The other day I parked my bikeshare bike outside the gym, and as I was walking over to the library on campus, I saw a(n older) (white) woman with her face bundled up in a scarf, with a bike helmet on, buzzing by on her bike on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.
She looked exactly like my one friend the retired nurse who I knew from the library security guard, who died years ago without any real family and who I had arranged a small memorial service for.
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