You are awoken by a violent jostling as your makeshift perch is disrupted - It was Emily! You see her once skinny frame tower like a mountain above you, totally oblivious to your presence in the pile of laundry - as you tumble into the cotton tunnel, your vision blurs, a shock of blonde hair and rolled eyes all your see before you fall down a polka-dot ankle sock.
Luckily for you, it was clean- at least for now. You knew you had to formulate a plan to get out, though- because-
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