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Alice burst into a sprint, cursing aloud. She followed Brooke into the woods, calling her name as she ran. All she heard in return was a giggle. Had the girl gone mad? Was this all the nervous energy and PTSD spilling out?
The beam of Alice's flashlight bounced up and down, making it tough to see the way ahead. So she followed the sound of snapping twigs and rustling undergrowth until she broke out of the bushes, onto the public footpath.
In the beam of her flashlight, Alice finally caught sight of Brooke's white sneaker heels. And above them, her blue skinnies clinging tight to her toned legs, blonde hair swinging side to side as she ran.
Brooke had a fluid, upright running action common among the best track athletes. And while Alice could show most people a clean pair of heels, Br
