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too long for me.. ill write one thing. my first gushing wound...
back in elementary school when me and my friends biked around. we stopped at this gas station because my chain popped. well trying to fix the chain.. me or someone else, i dont remember spun the pedals. my finger fallows the chain into the sprocket and the sprocket crushed my finder nail in half and rip open the tip of my finer. it was the most disgusting thing i ever saw.. a chunk of my finger was hanging by a piece of skin. the blood was squirting out like a fountain. i wrapped a dirty oiled up rag around my finger and biked home. a couple stiches later i still have my finger.
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