Literature
GitL [revised] 1
Feet pounding with the unsteady rhythm of fatigue, the woman ran. She ran until she could breathe no more, and then still continued to push herself well past her limit. The bucket she carried swung madly at her side as she moved. Even in the cold weather, fat drops of sweat ran down her face, dripping into her eyes and causing her to stumble. Her pursuers were fast, but she’d been able to keep a good gap between them for a while. Eventually, her pursuers began to close in, but the woman still did not give in to her fate. She came to a stop and swung the bucket as hard as she could. Making good contact several times, the woman managed a
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