There's a house around the corner whose front yard is actually a yard - paved in checkerboard red and grey, with a line of chairs in front of the building. There's a tall, weathered picket fence. About half the year, toys litter it and there's usually an escaped ball on the sidewalk or in the gutter; the other half or less, they are neatly stacked in the alley beside the house. They just came back from their winter place and there are three small bikes sitting out there: a very small violet tricycle, a small pink bicycle, and next to the fence, getting a bit rusty in the rain, an equally small red and yellow bicycle. With Harley Davidson stickers.
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