Marianne. Oh my God, are you all right?
Remo. Um, I think so.
Marianne. Is anything broken?
Remo. No, you didn’t hit me very hard.
Marianne. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you sure you’re okay? Oh, you’re bleeding.
Remo. It’s just a scrape from hitting the street. Don’t worry about it. I’m alright.
Marianne. Were you on your way somewhere? Can I give you a ride?
Remo. I was going to see my friend. I’m a little late, so I need to hurry.
Marianne. Let me give you a ride, please. It’s the least I can do. I feel so embarrassed. I was telling my husband how crazy people drive in New York.
Remo. We’re in New York?
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