When I was a 13 years old I woke up early one Saturday morning to go to a friend's garage sale to buy a moped. As I was walking the moped up the driveway to my house, my mother comes out, points down the street and says, "take it back." There were no arguments that day, and I returned the moped. So now every time I see some cool motorcycles, the teenager in me comes back to life.
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