You're walking home alone one night from school on a dark, seemingly empty road when suddenly a car hits you. The driver floors it and drives away from your body, probably because they're a broke mf who doesn't want to take the risk of getting sued and being forced to pay your medical bills. You are now the victim of a hit and run. The 9th picture in your gallery is the first person you call to come help you. How screwed are you?
Imagine a mint chocolate ice cream going there and say while you're bleeding "Eat me, for shall thou you'll recover your strength"
I will accept my death real quick
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