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I've been reading several magazines. The 3rd book of James Patterson, the sequel "Maximum Ride", was done lyin' on the table. It's quite boring inside the pathetic house that made me remember that the mountain bike was left downstairs.
Little before 4, I packed some of the gears and decided to cycle to baywalk. It may sound crazy to get on that bike and go home at night. But it seems that it's cool for me :)
5pm, I was sitting on a bench with a bottle of C2. I went home some time before 7pm.
That time, I've been a Firefly amidst the city rush..