A SMALL PRICE TO PAY
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Climbing into the back seat, I shut the car door behind me and smiled at my pals. ‘Let’s get some food!’ I said to my friends Bobbi, 25, and Jennifer, 26.
It was 14 March, and they had just picked me up from my Saturday shift at Morrisons.
‘Ooo what shall I have?’ I said, my stomach growling as we pulled into the Burger King car park.
Suddenly, I felt a painful sensation in the inner crease of my left arm.
‘Ouch… my arm feels really bruised,’ I said to the girls.
‘Did you hurt yourself at work?’ Bobbi asked.
‘Not that I can remember,’ I said, giving it a rub.
But it did feel as if I had – as if I’d knocked it.
Heading into the restaurant, I forgot all about the pain as I sipped on a vanilla milkshake.
But as the evening went on,
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