"Yeah..guess I need another tissue" Monica said and scrumbled up the used tissue. With no further comment you are thrown into the tabletop bin and land atop of other trash. The lid of the bin fell shut and everything went dark. There you are drenched into the stinky sweat of Monicas foot.
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