He watched her. The way her feet fell softly, heel to toe. The way her hair moved as she walked, each hair touching others with an almost imperceptible sound. The way her dress was just a little too long in the back. Irritating. So irritating. He took a step after her.
He could hear the sounds of his sneakers on the pavement - the squeak of the rubber and the crunching of tiny stones and grit. He wondered briefly if she could hear it too. Decided she couldn't. He watched her walk as he followed, her weight falling slightly more heavily on her right leg. She looked unconcerned. Oblivious. Perfect. It was all perfect. He followed.
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