Legs detaching from dualism, they took over. They quickly strided from one square to the other. There were cars. There were the legs. The legs detached from the fear of death, they became existential. They kept going. The cars past, the legs almost took themselves to their death. Almost doesn't count. This was when it did not matter, this was when time existed around the legs and cars. This was the moment that one center in time was frozen so there would be perfect unison and timing for the legs and the cars.

These legs are idle.

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