A rustle in the grass diverted Lucy from the carcass remnants in her palm. Hunched over, she looked behind her, transfixed by an enigmatic set of eyes in the distance. It was now or never; she was alone. Lucy hobbled forward, propelling herself with her lofty arms, the blades of grass crunching beneath each limb. She saw the hefty trunk up ahead, its branches saluting her to offer refuge. For the first time, she elevated herself with her mighty fists, the bright sky gravitating her shoulders to an unforeseen stateliness. Lucy ran, letting her two brawny legs lead the way.
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"Classic"
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