She pushed her small feet against the thin exhausted soles of her shoes. Applying moderate pressure, she twisted her
body slowly. She was alert and listened closely for the cries of the gravel grinding against itself, breaking down its
body into granules of dust. The feeling of control and uneven ground beneath her feet calmed her and excited her at the same time. (Two feelings often crafted in her
body, however, usually in a less innocent context).
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