I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

it back it rolled like it was on a cloud.”

She shifted on the bench. Pulled the blanket tighter over her legs.

“He’s done it every two or three years since then. Takes it, works on it, brings it back better than before. Last few times he’s brought me completely new chairs. Said the old parts were tired.”

“Today…”

“Today is the last time, honey.”

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