She walked with a purpose.
Every stride was utilized in order to get there on time.
This was always the case.
Her legs revolted with a fury.
But she does not care.
They can rest when she's dead.
No time to pause for a chat.
A raise of an eyebrow was considered a pleasant hello.
She needed to get there on time.
Every other success depends on how well she can cope with the demands of here and now.
She was young and vigorous.
And for now, her energy is all she has in order to fight her way through life.
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