After almost an hour of pushing the bike up the walkway, I finally sat down, exhausted by the exertion.
“That’s the last time she gets away with a last-minute gift,” I muttered to myself, “No way I let her buy me a stairway to heaven ever again.”
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Hate the song. Love the caption.
Hate the song. Love the caption.