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I watch as her legs move swiftly in front of each other. The left leg is always after the right. But I've noticed she has switched it up depending on how many pot holes are in the street.
I've also noticed which way her arms swing. Twice vertical, then a little to the side.
Uh, she's so beautiful. For once in my life all the ticks and persistent calling have stopped. My minds finally a peaceful place. Well, when she's around.
Ha. The funny thing is she doesn't even know I exist. She will soon.
Oh the wind. It's really irritating me. It's blocking me from listening to her beautiful whistle.
I could make myself known to her. I could do it now actually. This instant. But only if They would untie me
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