And we're back! This special lady I found wandering the streets in the rain complaining to some poor soul on the other end of her cell phone about how much her job sucks and how it's raining outside. (well technically misting, one of those awful events. Also, haven't we all been on the other end of those phone calls? Doodling on a notepad wondering when it's appropriate to hang up after listening to someone elses crazy?) As you can see she has developed a rather odd gate from all of that malnutrition taking its toll on her poor skeletal frame. I imagine that whatever it is that holds the hips in place is starting to disintegrate on a diet of vitamins and diluted cups of juice leaving her with a rather lurching stride as she gallantly slogs on up on the unforgiving pavement. If anything she's a trooper, carrying a bag large enough to contain all of her vital organs alongside and not collapsing is really a feat of incredible strength for our Thumbelina. Now perhaps she can meet up with Prince Cornelius and throw back some thimbles of watered down honey nectar after her long, harrowing day of escaping sandwiches once again.
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