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When I was boring and had nothing to do at home one Sunday, I received one of my friends’ short messages, visiting me to play with him in his dc micro motors factory. I was going to collapse staying at home and promised him without hesitation. It was cold that day; I put on my thickest clothes and shoes and went out. I hated crowding a bus the most and felt crowding the bus was a one of tragedies in the world. So I rode the new electric power bike I bought with my two months wages to my friend’s factory that day. The wind was so vicious that my head ached and I could not nearly endure it. Fortunately, the factory was not far from my living place and I got there thirteen minutes later. It was the first time I went to there, so I stopped the electric bicycle and took my mobile phone and dialed my friend’s number when I arrived there. I wanted him to pick me up, because I did not know his specific location. I was disappointed when I called him and there was nobody answered my phones. I was cheated.