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The bike accident scarred your face
Maybe we shouldn't have ridden down that hill
We were kids then just happy to be in each other's company
(Or you were happy to be in mine)
The trip to the hospital scared us both
The wailing and gnashing of teeth heard from the other room
The nervous silent car ride back
The smart ass comment about a famous mobster
The distrust and fear
You vowed you'd never ride again

The bike accident scarred your face
But what made you so ugly?

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