"What do you mean, rubbing..." She gets interrupted as she turns around and a branch scratches the scin of her arm.
"Ouch!", she cries. "I'm bleeding!"
As blind as she is, she starts humbling to the desk to look for... yeah, for what?
"Ohhh, Tommy, when I've found a light switch, you're so dead. But first", she grabs the salt pot, "I'll have to rub some iodine on the wound. Ah, here it is."
"no, no, wait! That's the", too late. His sister screams in pain.
"Oh god,
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