...The bike was lying down on the edge of the road making noise. The cops were shouting at the runner, just after the pursuit with the car. He was running away like a rabbit, jumping through the hill's obstacles and finally disappearing into the darkness of the, specific, Croydon Park. The bike was meant to return to his owner, somehow. The cops were delighted that the bike was found. What they didn't know... it wasn't, really, up to them.
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