The safety of the mall.

Trying to shake the thought, hand idly fiddling with her hair. Making her way into the mall as quickly as possible. She shielded her face and her burning cheeks. Reddened from her dreams and her embarrassment.

'Oh my god.', she thought to herself. 'I can't believe I was touching myself!'

The cool climate control washed over her, calming her a bit. The sights and smells of the local mall were distinct. It was a distinct smell; a mix of perfume, leather handbags and cinnamon rolls. The mall was a guilty comfort of her, window shopping for the soul.

Falling right into her old familiar route… or?

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