She was returning from school. Her pace a cocktail of walking briskly, tip toeing, jogging and kicking random rocks, depending on her mood and magnitude of exhaustion.
Her back hunched under the weight of abnormally heavy bag.
She sometimes would look at donkey carts and shout, “there is no difference between me and you” followed by her toothy grin.
Her lose braids dancing on the tune of new pop song that she memorized in her school van as she hummed it like nobody is watching.
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