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( closed ) handle bars, then i let go
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triumphing
[ Rosie Champion has lived in Storybrooke for as long as she can remember. She knows she was born in England, but those memories are always blurred, distant, the only clear visions in her head centering about this small seaside town.
She has always been exceptionally sharp, even as a mere receptionist for the local police department, often unofficially helping them investigate petty crimes in the quiet suburbs of Storybrooke. "Their secret weapon," Graham liked to call her when he actually joked around over coffee and doughnuts in the morning.
Routine has never sat well with her though she has always been diligent about sticking to one. Wake up, have tea and a crumpet with a hard boiled egg on occasion, ride the moped to the police station from her quaint apartment over the flower shop, Game of Thorns. It's comfortable but, for once, Rosie doesn't want to be comfortable. Sometimes she has dreams of dangerous adventures, scaling new heights and looking down without wanting to faint. Sometimes, she dreams of certain mechanics who send her kind, shy smiles whenever they pass.
It's just her luck (really) when her moped makes funny noises on her lunch break. Work is slower than usual today so she stops there instead of immediately returning to the precinct. At least she looks as tidy as she always does in her plaid a-line skirt and buttoned blouse, eyeing herself as she passes a window while walking her vehicle to the shop. ]
Hello? Is anyone here?
