Yesterday an angry woman was talking on her telephone. As she spoke, she searched the ground.
She stared, she grimaced, she ground her teeth. She squinted up her eyes and screwed up her nose.
The heel of her high-heeled shoes, poised. And crunch on the acorn.
Stare, squint, poise, crunch. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
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