You feel like you are slowly dying. Melly's crushing grip suffocating you. You feel the air rush past you and your stomach lurches as you are quickly brought up to Melly's face so that she can better you. She drops you down on the palm of her hand. You just lay their just trying to get your breath back, thankful for air. You stand up in Melly's enormous plain of a palm and you stand there and look at one of her enormous eyes that seem to be looking at you and pondering for a moment as to what to do.
She smiles, apparently done thinking, and says in a rumbling voice, "I want to play...."
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