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(I outta be crazy I probably am but just don't know it)
 
This bike owner supposedly taught a mutual associate how to ride so everything should be fine...on the huge annual lesbian picnic in the woods-she's banging for it. That's Slim heart-she aint gone say no to her; sistah and she's too hot for some equipment just that fast on this particular day. (She's not on the insurance; so what). I'm looking dead at her. Well, she had meet some chick...and uh she's trying to impress; safely assume. Girls were asking, where's Tiffany? She took Slims bike; that's all we know. We're all looking at each other- she's not quite that reasonable (she's a little girl, yes little girl) so=worried. It seemed like she was a little younger than several of us; put it that way and slim was so old yet connected=not just in the backdrop like whats her face (mc); not rubbing elbows with all these young women: drowning; hence accused of being mullet predatory (I rode on back with too a few times, so) -neither here nor there-just popped up. We're like she's sure been gone a long ass time but she hit the highway and she lost half her face. We get the call first, so we get to hospital hours before both of her parents arrived. This is the call no parent wants to receive- that one feels like it was all her fault but uh we're all night in the ER praying she's gonna make it. To this day uh trying to be pc about it....uh everybody else is living some kinda life I guess; she's still coping with it and looking at every day...probably with none of us even in sight anymore uh what I will say without political motif is that everybody's luck ain't gonna be the same and you can take that to the bank. Truthoflife...luck