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VROOOOOOM! Mr. Patel raced past christian and smiled. He then took a bag out of his pocket. It was milkduds! “Oh no!” christian said.

Mr. Patel through the milk duds at the wheel of christian’s dirt-bike. The bike suddenly stopped and blew up with christian on it.

Mr.patel was 20 yrds away from the finish line. He was going to win!

But, Christian zoomed out of the trees and crossed it before him, on his dirt-trike.

Moral: Never mess with the dirt-bike god.

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