Someone stole my bike while I was at the dollar store for the grand total of 3 minutes. I had to walk home in the ridiculous cold and throughout that long, long walk I could not bring myself to get angry. It was just a feeling of sadness so deep that I ended up numb, and it wasn't until I got home that I could cry. I've only had that bike for two years, but it grew up with me when I moved to Minnesota. I explored so much with it. It's a really important part of my life and now it's gone. I bough
