In childhood. I'm sitting at car park beside the market. I usually go to living regularly. The parking lot is a parking lot, then ground. I usually go to the regular seating. Because normally I didn't have a car so much. But most car vendors While I'm sitting behind a pickup truck, which the packing crates full of fruit after the car. I think that's why the monstrousPickup truck driver cannot see me sitting Suddenly the car then return and then hitting me. I know just what lies beneath the belly of the car. I screamed loud until the people in the market, including my father, who is a merchant market panic rushes. I feel that at that time full of blood flow. The bloody clothes, hands, arms and legs, and then I switch to wake up again, they feel themselves in the embrace of the father, and there are lots of people around our booth. I looked at myself and saw the Gore-spattered full. Father, I noticed something on the car to go up gradually. I cry until exhausted, and I fall asleep Wake up again just know WA itself is already in the hospital.
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