3272.
 For me that was very odd. After thirteen years of everyone thinking 
that I was stupid, to have somebody think that I  was so smart was a 
novel experience.
 3273.
 Once the bed was finished we put the wood slats in and we put the box 
spring and the mattress on. Then there was a very strange minute when 
Mrs. Sweet sat on the bed, and I  decided I  had to leave immediately. 
I  practically ran out of her house. When I  got outside my bicycle 
waiting for me on the ground where I  had left it.
 3274.
 At that time I loved my bicycle more than anything, and in order to 
explain what had happened, or didn’t happen with Mrs. Sweet, I  have to 
tell you about the bicycle.  My bicycle was the best and most expensive 
Schwinn model.
  3275. Most of my bicycles back then I  had purchased for a few dollars from a bicycle parts store down on Bagg Square from a big attic room they had where they stored all the old bikes that had been traded in or damaged. 




 
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