[ She should be used to this by now. She really should. But with all of her focus resting on her current task, the sad truth is that Mary doesn't even hear him coming.
Until that, and she shrieks, lurching forward, stumbling, and tripping right over that hunk of rubble she was trying to shift.
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Until that, and she shrieks, lurching forward, stumbling, and tripping right over that hunk of rubble she was trying to shift.
SHE'S BEAUTY AND SHE'S GRACE. ]