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and put both hands on the handlebars. The bike rolled forward with a soft crunch over the dry grass.

Vanessa watched from her chair.

She did not stop her.

I set down the plate in my hand and started toward them.

Emma came out through the back door just then.

“Brooklyn, no,” she called. “You can’t ride it.”

Brooklyn swung one leg over the seat.

Emma ran across continue reading …