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  "Luke, it's 6:15.. You gotta go" my girlfriend Dena says. I groaned as she said the last part.

  I got out of bed to go shower, got dressed, and by the time I was ready to go I noticed that coffee was made.

"Dena you're the best, I swear", as I picked up the cup and grabbed my helmet to my motorcycle.

"I wouldn't do that.. It's raining!" I looked at her and put the helmet back down. Ugh, why must it rain..

I looked at my watch and kissed Dena on the forehead, mentioning that I'd take her out to dinner that night. I rang one of the workers at the job on my cellphone as I walked across the slippery road.

Before I could look off to my side, focused on my phone, a car collides into me. Causing my phone to drop. I felt a lot of pain in my legs, not so much anyone else.

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