sweating and discomposed, she tightly gripped her sling bag's strap and carried out the first thing that comes to her mind; move her feet along with the others to cross the street. though her ears are enfolded with a brand new wireless headphone, still her insides shivers as automobile horns and heavy footsteps of busy men audibly pierces through her played music, with judging eyes of strangers and mutters she thought were about her, the surroundings overwhelms her, be that as it may, few more hastened pace... and she passed. not the first time for her, but it probably felt like an everyday challenge that'll take a long time and plenty of roads to cross to get the hang of it.
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