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I am a little 9 years old, I like to run with my bicycle when I leave school, but I do not like to get on it, I run with my bicycle and play with my neighbor, he with his bicycle and I with mine and every night around the 9 at night we played on the road until one night we got into an accident and blood came out of his mouth and nose, a week has passed and I went to his house, wanting to play with him but his mom wouldn't let me, and he told me Because, according to me, I play very ugly and from that moment we no longer spoke.