Your reactions failed you. By the time you attempted to reach out for something to hold onto, you and the D&D's were falling straight down into the open cavern that was your mom's mouth. She shook the bag until she was sure nothing else was in it, then crumpled it in her hand and closed her mouth. She turned on her turn signal and slowed down, then began chewing the rest of her snacks. You tried to hold on to her tongue this time, but it was too slippery to grasp. Your mom tossed you over to her teeth, where she promptly grinded you down into a much more manageable state for her stomach. She then swallowed and sent you down as she pulled into the driveway.
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, as they say. What comes around goes around, and you returned from where you came.
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