I fell.
I slipped down some stairs at my friend's apartment building and got a nasty cut on my right hand and these ugly bruises on my knees. I sat stunned on the ground for a few minutes. These two guys smoking outside kept asking if I was OK. I didn't cry. I picked myself and my bloody knees and hand up, and got my friend who was waiting around the corner to be let in.
We went back upstairs to my friend's apartment. She saw me and joked, "I leave you alone for two minutes."
Such is the life of someone clumsy.
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