Being a professional overthinker, you froze. You watched in absolute awe as the unfathomable tower of a woman grew larger with every step. It was like watching a Goddess traverse an ocean in only a single bound. Finally, she stopped and stood with her hands on her hips. Her boots were titanic, the laces dangling looked comparable to the mooring lines you'd use to dock a battleship. Looking up, you could see her belly poking out from under her polo. Finally, she bent down, completely unaware that you were a breath away from her feet. She reached past you and grabbed the bag off the floor. As she did, you remained absolutely still so as not to blow your ride so early on. She stood again with the bag, and began to root through it. While she was distracted, you decided this woukd be a good time to keep moving.
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