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閱讀理解。
At the time,I would go out in the evening with my parents．But this time I had borrowed a bicycle from a friend of mine．I didn't know why,but once I was on my own bicycle,a kind of free feeling flooded through me．The faster I rode,the faster I wanted to go!Far ahead,I rode as if my life depended on it,head down,hands grasping the hand bars．I meant to get to Jinghai Bar as fast as I could．
Oh!My hands!Don't come any closer…Don't touch me!That poor doctor just couldn't get my gloves off．Each time he took a step towards me,I broke into painful shouting．Much later,I discovered that I had crashed(碰撞)heavily with another bicycle,and I hadn't spoken one word of sense for at least three hours!After some time,my mother arrived at the hospital,her face as white as a sheet,and gave me a hug(擁抱),only then did the doctor begin to stitch(縫合)my head wound,not only did he merrily cut off a long lock of my hair,but used no anaesthetic(麻藥)either!Later,I seemed to hear faraway voices saying that my right hand was broken．I almost burst into tears．How would I ever play the piano again?
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