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__Story 1__ Last night, I was standing up and riding my new, shiny, blue bike trying to do some cool tricks when this man about 26 with this unshaven beard ran up to me and tried to punch me hard in the belly, but he missed. I thought he was insane and had to go to a mental institute. He chased me and my precious bike into this dark, scary and stinky alley with open and dirty garbage cans with death rats because the smell was so bad. To make matters worse, it rained so much I felt like I had showered. I ran home with my new bike(that was now stinky and dirty). I told my mom all about it. My mom called the police. I was worried to death. What if they didn't find that man and thought I had done it as a joke? What if I ended up in jail my whole life? I've heard of those stories you know. Well, the police called and complained to my mom that they got all wet. But they said they also found the guy sleeping in the garbage can. Now that I think that he might be poor, I feel sorry for him that I reported him to the police. There is one good thing about being in jail; they give you food, but not a lot. I learned a lesson never to be alone in the middle of the night.