Well...truth be told, you have no idea what you are at the moment. Everything around you is far larger than it normally would be, and you appear to be lying down in your own driveway with some sort of bag all around you. "Oh dear God! I must be the sunday newspaper!" You think to yourself in a panic. That stupid Gypsy's curse was real! You HAVE become an everyday object!! What's worse between your sister and mother reading you and cutting out coupons and anything else that interests them, this is REALLY going to be bad for you.
And of course, just as you're thinking this the front door starts opening and wearing a robe out steps.....
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