Okay, so I lied and there is another chapter. Oh well. You'll find it sooner or later I guess.


They're there for you.


It's no different if they were walking or standing,

sitting or lying down.


They are in pain. Too many have died.

It is not humerous

and when you laugh

you disrespect them.

When you laugh I feel like hitting you.

You know no pain because of them.


They save people.

On a bike or in a car.

What's the difference?

There is non

So stop laughing.

The End

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