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There's a little, old lady that wanders along the corridor in my building. When she gets to the end, she turns around and continues walking at her little, old lady speed all the way to the other end of the corridor. And then she turnes around. And continues walking. I'm pretty sure she belongs to my neighbour, a little, middle-aged lady with an attitude, but I'm afraid to ask. Because of the attitude. Short people can be very fierce. Just look at me.