You pull yourself off the floor, brush at the mess that you used to consider your right arm, and cuss out loud. You then climb over the broken shards of plastic and glass and quickly throw on some clothes. You walk towards the stairs, and trip. As you tumble end over end down the stairs your head smacks off the wall, your left arm is punctured by a toy your little brother left on the floor, and you hit the hardwood floor of the living room, which is freezing cold.
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