Julia saw red and pounced, but sailed through instead of making contact. She slammed face-first into the dirt.
“Fuck!” Julia swore.
She pounded a mound of dirt, succeeding only in making her fists sore. Imagining it to be that miserable woman’s face more than balanced things out. Worth it!
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