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riding on my bicycle i saw a motorcrash, a proper motorcrash andlots of spectators. i rushed to the centre saw the injured parents, cuts onthe children, an awful motorcrash. dangerous terribly bloody motorcrash,destructive motorcrash. took the mother, sneaked with her secretly all the wayto my home, and nursed her gently put on her bandages, gave her milk andbiscuits, she sighed pleasantly after this awful motorcrash. that girl on thatbicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood,she look quite innocent, but believe you me i know what innocence looks likeand it wasn't there, after she got that bicycle. then we disguised ourselves,took a taxi to her home, when her husband opened the door she introduced her-self, he said "where have you been all this time?"
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