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Helen saw a man in black leather fall off his motorbike and under a red bus as she was looking out the window at the back of a car that Benny's uncle was driving in o my gosh he's fallen off his bike she uttered who's fallen? Benny said that man on his bright red motor bike just back there Benny looked out the back car window but the car had moved on and all was out of sight are you sure? Benny said yes I saw Helen said he fell off and under the uncle said that's bad what a sight but Benny couldn't see anything just traffic behind them moving on Helen was in deep shock and shaking so Uncle drove her home and Benny explained to her mother what Helen had just seen then drove off with Uncle to his house with his aunt waiting there and cousin and his neat electric toy train set all laid out ready for Benny to have a play and Benny hoped that Helen could come and play another day.
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
ANOTHER DAY 1955
Helen saw a man in black leather fall off his motorbike and under a red bus as she was looking out the window at the back of a car that Benny's uncle was driving in o my gosh he's fallen off his bike she uttered who's fallen? Benny said that man on his bright red motor bike just back there Benny looked out the back car window but the car had moved on and all was out of sight are you sure? Benny said yes I saw Helen said he fell off and under the uncle said that's bad what a sight but Benny couldn't see anything just traffic behind them moving on Helen was in deep shock and shaking so Uncle drove her home and Benny explained to her mother what Helen had just seen then drove off with Uncle to his house with his aunt waiting there and cousin and his neat electric toy train set all laid out ready for Benny to have a play and Benny hoped that Helen could come and play another day.
A BOY AND GIRL AND THE ACCIDENT SEEN IN 1955
TerryCollett
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
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