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Hit- to come against with an impact or collision, as a missile, a flying fragment, or a falling body.Right on the tail, we were hit with immense power. As I saw the cycle rapidly turning across the narrow street, I thought it would just glide on by, but as soon as I saw it quickly advancing, I knew what was next. I felt the motorcycle hit us with a thundering clamor. Flung through the air, I went soaring to the opposing side of the lot. I felt the rigid pavement against my body and I knew that I would be in the uttermost discomfort for a very long time. I had thought that my dad and I were just going to the bank to cash in some checks, but it turned to be the polar opposite of it. It was an ordinary Friday afternoon at the Smith house. As usual, I walked in the door after school to the sweet essence of a meadow on a sunny day. My two kittens, Gasper and Gus greeted as soon as I set foot into our house. I continued in as I sealed the bulky door behind me. I pleasantly trotted into the living room to find my mother, father, sister, Jane, and my baby brother, Billy all sitting on the brown leather couch. My mother greeted me as I walked in with, “Hello Sara, how was your day?”
I told her, “It was excellent,
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The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out.
Logan was on his way home from an evening at the local bar. He and some friends had gone out to have a couple beers. As he sped down the road, he blinked vigorously to try to clear his vision. Although it was a perfectly clear summer night, Logan’s vision was blurred from the alcohol. “As long as I keep this car on my side of the road, I’ll be fine,” he thought to himself. He was doing a decent job of obtaining control over the vehicle, or so he thought. Only three miles from his country home, he became unaware of his position on the road as it began to curve. As he continued around the familiar curve in the road, a truck came out of nowhere at hit Logan’s small Toyota Camry head on. The big F-350 pickup truck was no comparison to the little
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