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Gatlin kept attempting to concentrate on her task at hand, attempting to keep her senses open but it proved difficult. There were so many noises surrounding her the rustling of the breeze through the drying leaves, crickets chirping in the distance, she could hear so much that surrounded her but none of that was really bothersome Kaia playing and rolling amongst the grass, Peter’s usual pacing but it was this new noise that was throwing her. The impatient tapping of the brown dress shoe as it bounced furiously against the dirt it was like drumming inside her skull that seemed to grow louder with each movement and the more Gatlin attempted to concentrate the more it seeped into her mind just the repetitive tap, tap, tap till finally, Gatlin growled “will you stop that!” she shouted finally
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