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Bikes. Parts. Chaos.

The lovely & talented Ms. Bloggings and I live across the street from a school. We have a fence that acts as a net, collecting stuff lost by the school kids when it blows in the wind. We find love letters ("Dear Pedro, I luv U wil U B mine. I would die 4 U."), drawings, all kinds of good stuff. Last Monday I found the best one yet: Poor kid. I know just how you feel. -----