In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
在过去的日子里，他们，那些推销商，对我的要求越来越高。他们想让我跳起来，或者把我的血溅出来，打断我的骨头。每次他们想让我跳得更远，更远，更远。见鬼，他们以为我的自行车有翅膀。
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