granite;

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the granite sliding

across the paper was

too loud, too invading.

the noises haunted her

every move. she could

not escape the noises.

she hugs her knees to

her chest, and glances

at the locked bathroom

stall's walls. the sound

of footsteps in the

background terrorizing

her, and freezing her

entire body, for one

moment, before all

the emotion came back to

her, and slammed the

breath out of her.

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