I must admit that everything I write is heavily influenced by recent experience. This has serious elements of "trapped in the Closet." namely that it has short episodes every day. That's all. It is also undeniably and ode to 13 going on 30. Sad, but true. Here goes.
Where were we? Oh yeah. You can tell by the look on her face that she actually has no idea what she's doing but she's wracking her brain to think of what she can do to give the impression that she does. She has already shuffled to the door and isn't at all sure how she should even be standing. So she's a little crouched, a little hunched over. But then the door opens and she immediately straightened up to normal standing and jumps back a little. She makes a slightly high-pitched squeak.
In walks an unarmed Asian guy and she springs on him. It ends up looking like a tackle. The guy himself looks shocked and since he wasn't expecting it, he goes over easy. the mass bashes into the door frame on the left and it seems to be the guy who actually makes contact because he makes a pain sound. He's saying something as she scrambles to her feet and starts to run away and then pauses really awkwardly and looks at the guy on the floor. Then she moves to start running away again and he's gingerly rolling over to get up and saying, "Honey, what happened there?" And she stops.
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