He's ok, but
all I can think of right now is the way he took his two broken front teeth out of his mouth, like they were two un-chewed pieces of gum.
He lost control of his motorcycle and ran into the curb by the dumpster in the back parking lot. His new motorcycle. He was drunk.
Deeana and I were headed to the gym. We were covered in sand and sweat
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