One day, I was walking down the street in the hood of Chicago. And Harry styles came flooring down the road in his Porsche 911 at 330 kilometres per hour and hit me. He quickly got out of his car and said, "it's kinda your fault luv, but would you like a cuppa tea?"
Then I thanked him for hitting me with his car, and he drove off, leaving me to walk to the hospital that was 100 miles away.
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