I don’t drive. My story is complicated, but I’ll try to keep simple and short. . . (me and short, the only thing short about me is height 5ft.)
When I was about 12 years old, my brother and I had a paper route where we delivered newspapers for about three-four blocks around our house. We were scouting the route and I got hit by a car. I fell down
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Also, I drive enough every day to make up for you and your brother combined! :(
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We didn't stop, because my dad wanted to make sure I didn't have any internal bleeding.
My brother had stopped on the yellow line and he says he had no idea why he had to this day.
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