Why did a little rabbit have to pop up Sunday night during my first bike ride in years . . . and why did he have to hop across the yard I was riding next to . . . and why did he have to be faster than me?? I mean, I don’t need a cute little rabbit to show me how out of shape I am. I can do that all on my own. So since I was slower than that hare does that make me the tortoise???
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