Hey, here's an idea--once you get off the bike, roll it back down.
Love,
Rachel
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Dear people who just spit on the ground, as if that's acceptable,
Are you kidding with this? STOP IT.
Love,
Rachel
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Dear that albino lady who rides my bus,
Your hair is so great. I mean, it's not like hair that's white because of age, not a snow white; it's like vanilla ice cream. It's so pretty. I mean, my condolences on being an albino, I suppose, but my point is, there's an upside.
Love,
Rachel
