You step proudly into sight, waving your arms up at the tremendous punk girl whose handbag you're riding in. Her gargantuan face rushes through shock and awe and straight into wonder, the edges of her mouth curling up ever-so-slightly into a smile as she looks, open-mouthed, in your direction.
She makes no sound as her fingers move toward you, clearly prepared to pick you up between finger and thumb, pressed between a force whose effect on your shrunken body you're not sure of. It could be fine, or it could be enough to kill you...
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