It was Sunday morning, around 4h30 AM, I was stupidly going back home after a night out in the clubs, things I have been doing about every weekend lately. My girl friend and I splitted up at the bar and as usual, said that we would send each other a message to make sure we were home safe. That night, I didnt send my friend a text message. I suposed the thieves have been spying on me or looking at my movements in the past week and maybe notice that white girl on her moto out late every saturday. I was driving on Kwame-Khumah, this big European street where you almost feel like you are in Toronto. Then, arrived at some point, I turn right on this somewhat not too safe road to go towards my
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