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“It shouldn’t be bad,” Carlos said, still looking at his arm. He tugged on his sleeve and slid his arm out, exposing the blue sleeve of his tshirt, and he turned his arm to look at the injury. He made a small ‘tsk’ noise. “The friction from my coat must’ve caused an abrasion. Ouch… I ought to wash that out as soon as I can.”
The other man seemed to have this under control, but Sylvain felt guilty. If he hadn’t been taking up half the sidewalk by staying planted, Carlos wouldn’t have had to go around him, and tripped up on the curb.
Sylvain cast his eyes around the street.
“Ahhh, there’s a pizza place over there.” he said. “We could check if they have a bathroom.”
Carlos looked. “Oh, yeah! That’d be great,” he said. He smiled at the other man. “I could also ask if they have a band-aid as well.” Carlos bent down to pick up his messenger bag, which slipped off his shoulder when he tripped.
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