A rhythm of four...[She kneels down to pick a couple rocks up and starts tapping them together the moment she stands back up. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four. The beat was exact. Not as if she were trying to get an idea for the sound, but as if she had specifically heard it before.]
Like that? [She actually looks slightly upset now, though she's obviously trying to hide it.]
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Like that? [She actually looks slightly upset now, though she's obviously trying to hide it.]