[Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine.. Lisbeth counted the tiles in front of her. The mall wasn't anything special. Being as it was more geared towards families, it looked like the inside of a used mini van - dirty, smelly, and full of crying kids. Crying babies annoyed Lisbeth because they prevented her from thinking, but she didn't mind kids so much. However, she didn't like the smell. It was a stale stench that filled every crevice of the mall. Maybe she should have gone to one of the nicer sectors to get something.
No, because then she would have stuck out more there than she did in that moment. That moment that someone ran into her. Lisbeth whirled around and took a step back from the person. She opened her mouth to curse him, but when she saw his cane, she stopped.
How would she look yelling at a blind person to watch where he was going?
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No, because then she would have stuck out more there than she did in that moment. That moment that someone ran into her. Lisbeth whirled around and took a step back from the person. She opened her mouth to curse him, but when she saw his cane, she stopped.
How would she look yelling at a blind person to watch where he was going?