Peeking out the top, you look about and gulped. Every tiny man's nightmare, you were right in the middle of it. A shoe store. High above, Melly's looming frame hummed as she looked at the racks of shoes, each one a death trap to you. She picked out dozens of pairs and laid them out on the ground. How much money had Mom given her anyway?!
She sat down at a bench nearby, examining each type of shoe. A pair of flip flops, high heels, sneakers, converses. You found yourself cringing everytime one was placed down, the mild earthquake from the vibration unsettling you. Finally, your younger sister chose a pair."Hey big bro!"She called out, her voice a distant thunder. Her hand's shadow overcame you as she reached into her purse, her fingers wrapping around your microscopic body and pulling it out of the purse.
"Do you like these?"She said as she dropped you in front of her feet, which were wearing...
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