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The sun had set, and there was a light fog keeping the drizzle company. In the halo of a street light, I saw a shadow pass.
I was in a funk about Jack making me stay out in this weather, and didn't think much of the shadow.
Until, I was suddenly grabbed by the seat tube, and yanked off the porch. Next thing I knew, an unfamilar butt had landed itself on my seat, and unfamilar feet were on my pedals.
The person was considerably lighter than Jack, and I picked up certain...olfactory cues...that my thief was a s

how odd that they returned it (or happened to be going back to your neighborhood and just dropped it off).

Are you sure you don't live in Holland?

And I searched for some sort of article about their free bicycle program, where there's all these blue (or some other color) bikes that the govt has fixed up and if you see one, you can just go take it and go. They're not anybody's property or anything, or at least that's how I understood it the week I was there.