The door was shut as the clicks and cracks started again. Every step of the giantess shook and trembled your world as Rachel sat herself down at the table. You peer out from your hidey hole to see her pouring a glass of red wine and her face streaked with mascara.
She was crying over... something. Probably the reason why she was home so early. She began to drink down her glass as she stretched out her legs and let her feet pop out from their leathery prisons...
You can't help but feel a twinge of sadness, seeing someone in such emotional pain... you can't help but feel like you should try to comfort her somehow...
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