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The destruction didn't bother her much; she was used to it by now. The crunch of pavement, the screech of twisting metal, the screams of those underfoot: to her, they were just background noise. She took another step, and the street cracked and caved under her incredible mass. Little people ran about below her, panicked, going this way and that, but she payed them no heed. Now and then she would step on one, but this didn't bother her; why worry about stepping on insects? She took another step, and felt herself landing on something soft, as the weight of her foot cut short a man's scream. She paid this little attention, instead watching the birds that were fluttering around in the distance. "What a wonderful day," she thought.
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