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Came out to walk the dog at six this morning, and the bike was finally gone. I was just about to get in touch with Ripley’s and Leonard Nimoy’s people, too.
A day-and-a-half without a lock. Come on people, I’m not running a hotel here!
I wonder who took it... delivery-guy, blog reader, Bionic Bigfoot?
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