Your hopes are almost immediately dashed, as the monolithic free spirit grabs the acres of paper you cling to. Abruptly, the world jerks, and you lurch downward before suddenly rising and colliding with a wet plain.
Though the titaness is simply rubbing a paper towel over her hands, you can barely comprehend it. You slide along the slippery folds of a warm wall, as the world around you grows damp. A few moments later, the girl runs the towel through her fingers and tosses it, absentmindedly, into the trash.
But wherever have you gone? It's easy to imagine you were simply balled up and tossed into the trash with the sodden towel. But there was that moment when you breezed by a sidewalk-width mood ring, and you reached out to grab it. Maybe you got lucky, and you're clinging to a mood ring on a mammoth girl's right pinky.
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