Of course, he'll need a new bike and I said I'd get him one. I drove him to the doctor's office (which was where he was going in the first place) and we exchanged numbers. I probably should call my insurance agent. My right fender has a pretty wicked dent in it.
Amazingly, he kept asking about my car. I kept telling him it didn't matter. So long as he was okay, it didn't matter.
I don't know if anyone was at fault. A car had stopped so I could turn across traffic into my parking lot. I turned, but he was riding the curb. We didn't see each other until it was too late.
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You probably should call your insurance agent just in case. At least that's what I've always been told. My dog bit a neighbor kid because she was tormenting him, and she crossed through the invisible fence, and even though the neighbor didn't make a stink about it, I went ahead and called my insurance agent first. He said that he appreciated the heads-up in case something did come out of it. But he didn't put it officially on record since the mother never called and filed a claim.
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Indeed, I believe to be weird and wonderful today is to be entirely comfortable with oneself - My weird (but great) Aunt ^_^
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I'm so glad he's okay, and that you're okay, and that everything is fine.
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And the stars just sit there and glimmer like they don't notice how we're dying inside, and the rain still pours and mocks us in our death, and the world goes on when all the hearts are broken.
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And the stars just sit there and glimmer like they don't notice how we're dying inside, and the rain still pours and mocks us in our death, and the world goes on when all the hearts are broken.
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