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The Surprise

By Ford, Frank Bernard

Man: What the bleedin' hell!

Cyclist: Oh I'm so sorry!

Man: Minding our own business in a quiet cemetery and over the wall some IDIOT throws a bicycle! - I don't believe it.

Woman: That's what we were doing all right.

Cyclist: Boys chasing me. Said they kill me! Said the rock concert was canceled at the school, and for some reason I was going to pay for it.

Boy: I can still see the light from that bike, faggot, if you think you're hiding or something!...well look at this scene! Like something from out of art class or something.

Man: I hope you can run, wiseass.

Boy: I know YOU can't, fatass!

Man: GRRRRRRRR!

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Cyclist: Uh, cold?

Woman: No.

Cyclist: My jacket?

Woman: It's okay

Cyclist: Sorry. I mean...my intru...uh, crit- critical moment.

Woman: There are critical moments and there are critical moments.

Cyclist: He he won't run far, I mean, uh, like he is

Woman: Yeah he will. You don't know him.

Cyclist: I'll stay here till he gets back

Woman: No need.

Cyclist: All kinds of weirdos around.

Woman: No argument there.

Cyclist: Are you sure...jacket?

Woman: No. I like the way I look and feel. Breeze on me you know? You would too, if you looked at me.

Cyclist: Excuse me?

Woman: We were only having sex. No big deal. Ooops, I do hear him coming back. I suggest you get out of here. He can be crazy - you heard him growl.

Cyclist: If you think I should.

Woman: Give me a call. Delky. I work at this church here. I know it's a funny way to meet, but I like biking too.