She sweat profusely. The body odour that infused into her nose wasn't pleasant, yet she had to bear with it until the end. She carried a grumbling stomach, while her hands pulled out numbers across the big black wall. She summoned all her energy to belch out as loud as she could. She was tired and shivering. She didn't care.
She had been standing for the past five hours. Her feet were sore. Constantly she secretly slipped them out to catch some breath. If she could sit and rest on golden sands, her heads were moving in circles. Should she close her eyes, they would put her to sleep instantly. She avoided the picture.
The day was tough. Wild horses could not drag her down. All that she needed, and the more...
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