A taxi stood motionless waiting for them to pass. I moved in close to the taxi so the cyclists wouldn't run into me.
As one of the bikes passed, the rider, a young fellow, reached out, tapped my chest gently, and yelled "NIPPLES!"
Two seconds later, the pack had moved on and I started running again.
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