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The pain was still burning when Chandler awoke the next day. He wished he had a bandage, but he didn't, and that was that.
He was in a freight car -- had hopped it on the run at the yards, daring to sneak back into town long enough for that. He could not hope to hitchhike, with that mark on him. Anyway, hitchhiking was an invitation to trouble.