All of you, my dear reader are well aware that I am not a lucky person and that i like to complain about it. Whenever life does not turn out the way I picture in my mild/wild fantasies I moan, groan and lament about it. You will hear me say 'Just my luck' or 'Typical' or 'Why always me' at every setback ranging from not winning the lottery (again) to being rejected (again).
But one not so very pleasant event takes places in my life about once a year; the disappearing of my trusty steel horse. Hence I would like to claim 'My bike got stolen. Story of my life.' as my line and mine alone.
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