After you finish typing this sentence, you look over at Melissa. She looks the same... She bends down, seeing something, but then straightens up. and up. She looks down at you from her new height of 6'1", and grins. She was definitely the tallest person in your family now, as you were only 5'8".
She sits down in a chair next to you and nods toward the lemonade. "I didn't poison it, if that's what you're thinking." she says, giggling slightly. You reach over and drink it, finding it more refreshing than usual. That's rather strange, you think.
Melissa leans back in her chair and sighs, then says "I sure feel tall today. I mean, I'm usually tall, but today I just really feel huge. Not that I dislike that or anything, but it is rather strange."
You wonder if the typewriter left some residual effects that would cause this, but you don't feel the need to explore that any further quite yet.
You turn back to the typewriter, and try something new, feeling inspired.
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