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As he had several times before, Nathan walked past her foot, and yet each time it was hard for him to comprehend how small he was compared to her. He could see the small imperfections of her otherwise impeccable sole, and of course there was her scent. Fresh after a shower, her skin smelled softly of shampoo and sweat.
Alice: 29...30...31... You're running out of time, bug.
She was right. He couldn't waste any time. Every second counted...