George Broos lived at a neighbor's house. He was about 19 years old.
I had a motorcycle. It was formerly a military motorcycle.
George took the motorcycle. He didn't ask. I didn't mind, but I got a big shock.
An Ohio State Patrolman woke me up, and told me that George got killed. He was crossing a railroad track, which was elevated. A car from the opposite direction hit him head on. The motorcycle was beyond repair.
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