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A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
They loved each other a lot.

" O) e- E0 O+ d" HGirl:" slow down a little. I'm scared. "
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5 C; |& o9 f% I4 d& A2 O. PBoy: "No, it's so fun."

* u3 t' r/ o& y; ^* Y6 g3 SGirl: "please... it's so scary."

* f8 y- i9 q7 a0 G- LBoy: "Then say that you love me."

4 o' U# J8 ^% ^" J6 qGirl: "Fine. I love you. Can you slow down now?"

Boy: "Give me a big hug."
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The girl gave him a big hug.

6 e0 S* s' s  J; u& ^2 c2 g9 ZGirl: "Now can you slow down?"

9 s' ~( @) C8 z; Y* Z0 @Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and
& C( K1 k/ `2 G' }0 ~4 Oit's bothering me while I drive."
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& O9 G0 r& K& oThe next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had
crashed into a building because its brakes were broken.
+ b# E4 z- ^2 J4 |There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the
# x5 Q" P8 H6 {7 F- Cother had survived...
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0 O  [( ]- v1 _  LThe guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared.
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3 I$ G8 C9 M. R# B$ T1 T0 K) [. sInstead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from
her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself...
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  T& f% T$ ~1 S$ U! o$ i$ qOnce in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives us a fairy tale..

connie

This is a touching and sorrowful story, I wonder whether there exist such kind of boys.
1 p! F7 |3 _) ^2 NI was moved to tears.

朝阳

cherish your suroundings!

年轻的心

This story is not ture.

driver2004

It doesn't matter
8 z0 S" L) d4 {! H9 D6 O: ]if this story is true or not
* I/ n; |# M$ X+ }what matters
is that the attitude how you treat the one you really love!

connie

Agree with driver2004

wenl1999

Up!
It's true love.
Who cares whether  the story is true or not?