༄MARISOL༄ The first thing I did after collecting my new bike was admire it. I stood beside it for a while, running my fingers over the handlebar and checking the body even though I had already inspected everything before completing the payment. The man at the shop had given me the keys, explained a few things about its maintenance, and wished me a safe ride. I barely heard the last part. My bike was finally mine. I had spent weeks saving for it, and now I could hardly believe I was standing there with the keys in my hand. I climbed onto the seat, adjusted the mirrors, and looked at myself in them. My short hair was a little messy, but I liked it that way. I liked everything about the woman looking back at me. There was no long hair falling down her back, no carefully arranged smile meant to reassure somebody else, and no need to ask anyone whether she approved of the choices I made. I glanced at the colon tattoo on my wrist. Two small dots. I smiled, lifted my wrist, and ki
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