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Jessica Henry
Richmond, Virginia USA
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Last year, I was riding my bike with a few friends and I was the last in the line. My breaks had been sucking on my road bike and I was following my friend on his Wal-Mart cruiser with apparently amazing breaks. He didn't know where I lived and I was said "it's the last apartment complex on the right with the big columns". Apparently all he heard was "it's on the right" and stopped super fast (I was following a foot or so behind him) I slam into the back of his bike flip over my handle bars, and was so stunned I just got up and started saying "I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay". I walk into my building put my bike up and go to sleep. I wake up the next morning and see these marks all the way up my leg (this is only a small section), where it looks like wolverine has taken his razor sharp claws and attacked me. The scar always looks like it's sort of fresh for some reason. And that is my silly scar.
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