Greg peddled to a nearby mall and stocked up on supplies.
He found a better backpack and a pair of running shoes.
At some point Sam woke up and found his bike was gone.
“It was right here a moment ago,” he said—alone in his head,
Though in a sense his head was right,
Maybe for the last time,
For Greg had long since found the bike
And ridden far from town.
If ever again their paths should cross
Then Fate obviously doesn’t have anything better to do.
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