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The sight that greeted Jack as he walked out the door of the pizzeria made him stop in his tracks. There, looking totally abandoned, was the front tire of his brand new bike. The bike was his pride and joy. It had taken him two years of delivering pizza to save up the money to pay for it. Jack no longer felt any happiness at the fact he was done work for the day and had no more pizza to deliver. His prize possession was missing.

He studied his surrounds and took in the chaos of the street around him. Busses, packed like sardine cans, whizzed by. Although the pedestrian traffic on this side of the street had been brought to a trickle due to the scaffolding, the sidewalk across the street was jostling with people. Cars full of tired businessmen, ties loosened or women, their hair looking frazzled, slowly wove their way home. His bike was nowhere to be seen.

Jack knew it would likely be dark by the time he made it back to his apartment. He made his way slowly through the scaffolding that had been set up the previous day. As he waited at the corner to cross the street, he breathed in a heavy sigh. The air at this time of day was heavy with the smell of exhaust and today it tasted even more bitter than usual.

He trudged along, block after block, scanning the streets as he walked. He spied the occasional bicycle courier making their final rounds of the day but, after several blocks, his beloved mode of transportation had not yet presented itself. He was almost halfway home now and he was certain he had seen the last of the bike. A flash to his right, however, brought his hopes soaring.

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