We are looking for a man who rides a flying bicycle, said Mark. Do you happen to know him?
The man looked outside of the porthole above Mark, Julia and Gaia.
There is no such thing as a flying bicycle, he said looking away from them.
Do you know the name of the man?
No bicycle can fly, the man said.
Unless, you build a flying machine, Mark said.
The man descended his bicycle, then raised it with both hands by a couple of inches, then let it fall on the floor. Bam.
Do you know where he lives?
I don’t know who you are talking about, the man said as he looked around, uneasy. Then he spoke again, lowering his voice.
I will show you the way, but do not tell him you met me.
helobiae 
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