"I must have stepped on something" she says as she sits on her bed. Your mom lifts her foot up facing her direction and as much as you attempt to get her attention your body is too bruised to even move. She pauses a moment staring at you trying to figure out what you are. You make an attempt to shout as loudly as your lungs will let you. "Mom! MOM!! its me Brad!!" Your tiny body is a mere inches away from her face but it seems she doesnt appear to notice your pleas. "Hmm I don't know how many times ive told brad to stop leaving his around the floor". Your eyes widen as you see your mother's monstrous sized hands reaching for you. She plucks your tiny form off of her foot and brings you closer to her face. You're completely bewildered with her face taking up your entire vision. "It looks so life like". With that she walks towards her bedside table and puts me down before she lays on her bed and drifts to sleep. After about 30 minutes I regain my composure and begin to plan what to do next.
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