UN-Meet: Alice

It was a good nine weeks, Alice. You carried my cheap champagne in your basket, got me to and from babysitting jobs in record speed, and made me feel like a real Brooklyn badass.. But now some MEANIE has clipped your lock and stolen you from my block and my heart. Transportation will never be the same without you, sweet girl, and I'll always treasure the colorful language shouted to us by passersby.  I still think they were all just jealous.

RIP Alice. It's going to be hard to move on without you. Literally. I'll have to walk now.


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