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The BOOK nearly KILLED ME

The BOOK nearly KILLED ME Hello! I'm Max. This is Max story about how he almost got killed by the power of knowledge.
"And then, a huge bookstore opened at our place. But it was more of a shopping center. Books were were sold among all sorts of cool stuff. There was even kids’ museum. And we started to hang out there. Well, you know, not for books. But more for machines and sitting in the lounge with cool swivel chairs and a phyto-bar.
But one day, everything changed. A new girl came to the store. She wasn't much older than me. I was 17 then. She had a stunning shape and big beautiful eyes. Her laughter was beautiful too. And I fell in love. Who wouldn't fall in love with her? And since she sold books, she probably reads a lot and likes smart guys.
I made this conclusion and became a frequent visitor to this store. Buying fancy books that my sister recommended (I bought them for her but kinda tried to look smart). And at the same time, I tried to communicate more closely with the pretty shop-assistant. Yeah, she talked to me but just out of help. She had such a beautiful laughter. I tried to invite her somewhere for a date. But she refused.
And then, our communication ceased. I had boxing competitions. So I'd to go to different cities to fight and later join the national league. You know, when you’re in the ring, you don't think about girls much. You think more how to cover your head and beat the enemy. So, I forgot this girl somehow.
When I came back, I didn't remember my dreams about the woman at once. I was dealing with all the trials and tasks of my studies... I was already studying in college that time. And it was a bit harder than in school. Anyway, I got into the bookstore only six months later. In winter.
So here I came. I stumbled on the steps a coupla times. But I confidently crawled to the goal. In the street, there was some ice. So I wanted to throw everything and move to live in a blanket. But no. While I was crawling and cursing, I held a bunch of some frozen flowers in the hands. And suddenly… The door smashed my head. THUMP! I rode on my stomach right to the cash register. The flowers were like my last hope.
That girl remembered me, laughed and took the flowers. But she said she still can't love me back. While I was gone for the six months, she met the man of her dreams and got married. I was hurt, of course. But I pretended I didn't care. I stomped to the door, head up posture. To the stairs. Onto the ice.
Anyway, I opened the door, with my shoulders back. I made the first step but slipped back, like in those stupid comedies. I stuck my head in the till and lay there. Then I took up my pride and got up. I pretended I never felt sick or dizzy. So I made the second attempt to get out.
I went out, breathed on the porch, took an epic step onto the steps and... I flew like a proud bird. I had a feeling the back door gave acceleration to my ass. But that's okay. The worst thing was I landed badly. I was like a defeated ostrich.
Head against the floor. My feet were in different directions. And I lie again. I'd got something was wrong with my limbs. They hurt very badly. Well, I called the ambulance somehow. I thought the whole store laughed at me. The building too. I'm 100% sure the door kicked me on purpose. Out of revenge. I didn't like the printed word anyway.
In short, ambulance, emergency room, two fractures. Thank God the fractures were closed. And plaster for 1.5 months. The result were: no competitions, a medical certificate for college... And I couldn't leave home 'cos of the ice. But I got back onto my feet. I'm strong anyway. And decided to go and take revenge. You remember, I wrote athletes aren't good at literature. Well…
And here I was, flying down the stairs again. They weren't sprinkled even with sand. I got my legs sprained again. Ambulance. Trauma center. Laughing doctor. New plaster for 1.5 months. But this time - only on one leg. And again, a logical conclusion - literature's not for me. Anyway, the saying ignorance's bliss fits me right".

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