Slight trembles run up and down her legs, into her waist, down her arms, escaping only her face. Her eyes widen a little at the tremor she feels. Her face pales slightly, few notice. She pulls her fingers into her palms, making a small fist. These fists were not made for punching. The wave stops at her knuckles. She opens her mouth to say something as she feels something in her mind. Something pulling at the air in her lungs, but no words come out. Instead she exhales, slowly. There is a bag on the ground that is waiting to be stamped GO.
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