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“Let me see the finger,” the middle-aged driver said as he drew closer to the young woman who has screamed in pain as the driver’s mate banged the vehicle door shut. Assor, the young woman who had just alighted from the vehicle, had her head bent and was cradling the pulsating index finger which was bleeding. As the driver approached she gingerly let go of the hurting finger and he inspected it. It was still dark and visibility was poor, but from the poorly lit road, he could see the blood seeping out of the wound.
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