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In life, people are constantly forced to make choices.
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To advance or to retreat.
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To stop or to continue.
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And so on.
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Well, it doesn't matter now.
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I stood in front of the crossing, a bag of 'food' clutched in hand.
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The roads are nearly empty but I have nothing to do, and I wanted to enjoy this silence.
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I soon found out that this choice is a wrong one.
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With the loud roaring of a car engine and flashes of lights, everything is going on so quickly that I had no chance to react as a car crashed onto me.
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I heard a whisper before everything went dark