Dirt bike
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Today was my birthday and I was going to my real dads house for my birthday and I was so excited because I only see my real dad every other weekend so I was really happy.Next,when I got there I went inside my house because he said that my first out two was in the house so I opened it and it was boots,gloves,a helmet,a shit,a pair of pants,and a chest plate.Then,he garbed his video camera and said the final gift was in the garage and he said it was 3,700 dollars but with all of the suit it was 4,000 dollars so I was super excited now so we went into the garage and found out that it was my brand new dirt bike I loved it an I loved my dad even more for vying it for me so I rode it around the house for the rest of the day that was my birthday at my real dads house.
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