As you sit around the house bored, you hear a knock on the door. You open it up and Lydia is there, her cheeks red as she breathes heavily with exertion. "Sorry, I just had to rush over", "it's fine" you say, though you can't help but wonder how quick her "rush" was in her body. "I baked some pie for you" she says in between breaths, "and before you refuse I won't take no for an answer" she says. "Sure I'd love some" you say awkwardly following her out of your porch.
You can't help but notice her body jiggling with her every step, and you end up having to slow down to not outpace her. You arrive at her house, your face lighting up as the scent of freshly baked pie reaches your nostrils. "This smells lovely Lydia". "Oh it's nothing much dear, anything for such a kind neighbour".
You sit down as she cuts a huge slice for you, much larger than you wanted but it felt impolite to refuse. Your taste buds explode with flavour as the pie hits your tongue. You hear Lydia giggling almost maliciously, but you're too enthralled in the taste to care.
You belch loudly after finishing the pie, "oh I'm really sorry" you apologize, your voice oddly higher pitched than usual before...
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