The first and last time I went to China, I went to hang out with my cousin at his apartment. Everyday we would go across the street and go to the arcade. It was my first time going to the arcade so I was really happy as a 7 year old. The closest route to the arcade was through a small alley to the side of the apartment. One day when I was running towards that alley, I got hit by a motorcyclist. I didn't really care, I just wanted to get to the arcade.
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