Katie and I walk to the subway to go see a movie. We’re a little late so we’re walking quickly, but not as quickly as the clacking footsteps that sound like they’re coming up behind us, even though the person is so close to our pace that it almost sounds like they’re in step with Katie.
Finally Katie says, “Walk in a straight line with me,” and I do, which allows the person dogging us to finally pass, and we watch her in satisfied silence as she has to quicken her pace almost to a run to do so.
I mean, it’s not like we were walking too slow.
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