A/N: Hey! So sorry I have not updated in ages- but here is a 100-word story that I randomly had an idea for and here is this piece of goodness knows what!
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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When she first arrived to Poplar, Sister Bernadette hated riding her bike from house to house; she grew to love it. She loved the feeling of her wimple being blown in the wind as she sped across the streets of Poplar. When she first came to Nonnutus house she never imagined after months of being away she would miss that battered old bike.
As Shelagh Mannion walked along a Misty Road after getting the wrong bus, she could think of nothing better than riding along on her bike.
Until she saw the green MG. Far better than any old bike.
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