Once upon a time there was a red bicycle. Every day, the bicycle would be ridden by its small owner to school or to play. One day, the boy stepped into the driver’s seat of a red car, started it, and pulled past the bicycle and onto the road, leaving it behind. Because of that, it sat and rusted under the sun. Until one day, a man drove up in a red car and parked behind the rusted bicycle. He picked up the bicycle and meticulously removed the rust and repainted the sturdy, red frame. He then called the name of a child who quickly came over and stood beside him.
“Happy birthday, son."
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