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Takeoff was in 5 minutes. Sitting on the plane, I looked outside the window, observing the workers loading luggage onto another aircraft across the way. I looked inside and saw passengers loading luggage into the overhead bins. So much luggage. So much baggage. Why did they have so much stuff?
The rusty old bicycle hadn't been touched in years. It was leaning against the old shed made of sheet metal. The shed was barely a source of shelter. The foundation was a bunch of rocks arranged in the shape of it. There was one creaky door with a broken window. There wasn't anything in the shed. There was only the rusty old bicycle.
He was a gentleman in every sense of the word. His suit was perfectly tailored and fit his slim body perfectly. He would never use any sort of profanity and treated everyone with utter respect. Despite being well-liked, everyone knew him as the gentleman and nothing more. Women loved him but never knew him. No one knew him.
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