“Watch where you’re going!”
She almost dodged that one.
Everywhere she went she was jostled around. She felt tiny, insignificant, and unappreciated.
“Yo! What the hell are you doing?”
It was like being in an endless bumper car ride, but she was a bicycle. Small and wiry enough to evade, but under significant numbers, it was difficult not to get harangued by the cars.
“Hey, do you have eyes, lady?”
Oops, bump bump bump.
And as if that wasn’t enough, she was already such a delicate, slight individual. Why was everyone so ornery? All she was doing was taking her time.
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