Miss B and I were nearly run over by a child on a bicycle.

Of course, said child is from a house festooned with Trump slogans, and so did not bother to apologize, or even pause.

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On another day I might have scolded said young man, but who knows what firearms a Fanta-worshipping fascist has in his house?

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