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She walked slowly, eyes cast down, questing. There was nothing but the search. She paused at a clump of grass between the sidewalk and the road. She stooped and smelled, her nose only a fraction of an inch above the tall blades. “Yes,” she thought, triumphantly, “I can poop here.”