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Moving Again: A Short Story

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When i was 9 years old i was riding my bike going down a hill. I closed my eyes and forgot i had no brakes on my bike. When i r was riding my bike i found out that I couldn 't stop and didn 't know what to do. I closed my eyes again and realized there was a truck that was parked. Then i closed my eyes and the next time I opened the i was stuck in the back of the truck. I couldn 't move so when i came to i see that I couldn 't move any part of my body. They told me that i left a big dent in the car. I put a big dent in the back of the can. So they had to carry me home. I was frightened that i would never be able to move again. So we went into the er they said it was going to take time before i recover. It was a sharp pain in my lower area

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