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He couldn't see me, so he threw a stone at my head. I crouched down and the stone flew over my head, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.

If this stone hit my head, I would instantly blossom. If it wasn't me today, another tricycle driver, I'd be out of luck with him. Also, from the looks of it, this was not the first time he bullied the driver of the tricycle. He must have gotten used to it