I'm trying to get to my friends house in pitsmoor in sheffield. I keep
taking the wrong turns, thinking its higher up the hill than it really
is... On the third time I go wrong, I get off my bike, and walk back
to the turning I had just passed to check if it was the right one. Why
I got off my bike I don't know, but I walked passed three lads who saw
that I had left my bike up against the wall, and they started running
to nick it. I ran back to beat them to it, but it was no use. Its hard
to run sometimes in dreams..
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