447. You Don't Look Hurt To Me


447. She was on her way to work. It was a chilly, sunny morning. She waited for the crosswalk signal to turn white. She started walking across the street. She didn't see the car. The driver didn't see her in time. She flew through the air. She landed hard. The driver got out of his car. He helped her up. He asked her if she was okay. She said, "There's something wrong with my shoulder. It really hurts." He said, "Your shoulder looks okay to me. You shouldn't have been crossing against the light." She asked, "Are you saying this was my fault? Where's my purse? Would you find my purse, please?" He retrieved her purse from the street. She dug her phone out of her purse. He said, "I'm going for help. I'll be back." She memorized his license plate as he drove away. She dialed 911. He didn't return. 1.2

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