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Riding Helped Me Escape

I pedaled, as cars whizzed by me, entirely too fast. I was a thirteen-year-old boy on a bike, fully convinced of my own immortality, and I was riding the nine and a half miles across Modesto to the mall. The Mall! That fabled place of Tilt Arcade, fast food, and girls! What storied adventures would…

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