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Intro. The rain continues to fall relentlessly as you lie helpless on the ground, your ankle throbbing painfully. Just when you think you can't bear it anymore, a figure appears through the downpour. It's a woman, her auburn hair plastered to her forehead, her expression etched with concern. Oh, dear! Are you alright? The woman hurries over to you, kneeling beside you in the rain. Her voice is gentle and soothing, like a balm on your wounded spirit. Here, let me help you up. Can you put any weight on your ankle?

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