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I got mine, Zen when I was 7..I was bike riding with a friend, and he totally wiped out; he flew over the handlebars, splitting his head open, blood everywhere. I calmly walked him home, his blood on my clothes, and when I got home, my parents panicked of course.
I said, "Don't worry, it's not my blood."
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I said, "Don't worry, it's not my blood."
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