“Ummm, like two days ago? Is it that bad?”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t look good,” Carlos said to her. “What happened? THat’s an awfully big bruise.”
“I kinda walked by Station Management’s office? And they threw a chair? And thus-” she gestured to her upper arm/shoulder where the bruise stretched out across.
“Holy – really?” Carlos asked. “Why on Earth did they throw a chair??”
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