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Tobio cradled his left arm, his hand clasped protectively, but not tightly, over the elbow. He had fallen on his way home on the concrete road, and now he had a deep scrape. Blood ran down his forearm, and he used his jacket to cover it up as much as possible.
Half way home, he stopped at Foothill store, wear he might be able to get some free medical aid. Tobio leaned his back against the door and pushed it open, before backtracking right into the store clerk.









