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I went to the independent movie theatre a lot in middle school. Striped tees, gamine pants, and—yes—a scarf around my neck happened. I think a bit of wanting to be Amelie or Audrey has never left (the bangs I cut during that phase have remained intact) and riding my pared-down Linus roadster makes me feel like I'm starring in my own foreign film.
Unfortunately, biking around New York City is a little less "baguette in my basket and smiles from handsome strangers" and a little more "aggressively trying to not get killed by a cabbie making a quick right turn." The soft leather handlebars and smooth ride help me forget.
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