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All I remember from the crash is the pain, and the truck. I was just sitting in the front seat talking to my mom about the upcoming soccor tournament, and then I saw the lights. Two bright headlights that were barreling at us. Then the pian. Oh, the searing pain it was everywhere. In my legs, my head, eveywhere. Then our car was on the side. I heard voices, screams, honking, a crowd. Then sirens. I saw a face peer at me through the smashed window. I dont remember anything after that.

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