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It's Another One
In the lift:
crowded; I was at the back of the lift, I see J near the door of the lift, standing just beside the buttons. J was wearing a grey/white T and blue jogging pants with a white line running down the side. Lift reached a floor and everyone rushes out. Once everyone has left, I saw J rolling on the floor in pain; clutching her left leg.
I helped her up, putting her left hand over my shoulder, as I slowly helped her out of the lift. She was trying to stabilise herself, as her left leg is in pain. Most of her weight was on me, as she was hopping on her right leg.
As I slowly make our way out...
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I want it to continue.
1:44 PM