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....it was not  her fault,  one shoulder bag hanging on one side  , one held in her other hand , a pouch with her money and stationary  in it, it was all that man,s  fault  who appeared like a wild storm and  directly hit her, all her books and bags and the contents in her pouch scattered around  from  here to there in a huge radius  because  after paying  for her books she had forgotten to  zip  them back, darkness  before her spinning  head  showed her bright starry vision,  she was thankful she forgot her cell phone home  or would be picking up  its shattered  pieces