My thirteen-year-old son, Evan, had been dreaming about the same bicycle for months.
Every time we drove past the sporting-goods store on Route 9, he would turn toward the window.
Matte black frame.
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Every time we drove past the sporting-goods store on Route 9, he would turn toward the window.
Matte black frame.
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