They were all staring at her.
She looked at them looking down at her and swallowed a brittle nothingness. She didn’t know if they were expecting her to speak, but if they were, all of the words had run away from her tongue.
She stood up and looked at the bag that had tripped her, uncertain as to whether it had been deliberately placed in her path or was simply the consequence of haste.
She picked it up and handed it to its owner with a laugh. “I think this is yours!”
The laughter of the crowd flowed with her.
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