I had been trying to fix it on my own. The bike chain had slipped off—again—and I didn’t have the right tools to fix it properly. So there I was, crouched at that little repair post near the park, acting like I knew exactly what I was doing. My hands were covered in grease,
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I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO YELL AT ME—BUT THEY KNELT DOWN INSTEAD I was trying to fix it myself. My bike chain popped off—again—and I didn’t have the right tools. So there I was, kneeling at the little repair station near the park, pretending like I knew what I was doing. My hands were greasy, my shoelace had come undone, and I could feel my ears burning every time a car passed by. I didn’t want to ask for help. I just wanted to finish and go home. Then I heard the tires roll up behind me. Slow. Crunching on the grass. Cops. Two of them. My stomach sank. I thought maybe I wasn’t supposed to be there, or that someone had called about a kid messing around near the street. I didn’t even turn around. I just kept fiddling with the wrench, hoping they’d move on. But then one of them said, real calm, “Hey, looks like you could use an extra hand.” I froze. Then the other one—older, quieter—knelt down beside me and 
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