You clamber up and over the sandal, overwhelmed with thoughts of just how massive the girl whose foot goes here must be, and how she must look. It doesn't take long, and you chuckle at the thought of how much longer it would've taken to go around. You pass through the shoe depot with no more incident and are halfway past the door when you hear booms coming from outside of it.
! Too far to make it to the other side in time and somewhat in the open, you drop prone next to the door sill, taking advantage of your small size, you are almost entirely in the tiny door sill's shadow, and seemingly protected.
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