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They crossed the short distance to the tree and Roo said, How's your shoulder? Hurts like blazes, but I can move it. Roo didnt hesitate but scampered up the tree.
The room he peered into was a black cloakroom, no more. He closed the door and advanced a few more yards down the carpeted corridor. Through the open door he could hear movement, then the clink of glass.
The man was holding his left leg and grimacing. Yes, he said. I think it's broken. Yes. I think it is, too. Im very sorry. Is there anything I can do?