In an ironic twist, you turned back to make one of those silly faces your sister would usually make when she gets the last laugh. Of course, you are now in her position, as your sister could only stare at you dumbfoundedly, hesitant on her next move. Unfortunately, you weren't watching where you were going, and you immediately fell down from ramming into an unsuspecting person, who also fell down in response.
Collecting your wits, you saw a professionally dressed young brunette sitting on your sidewalk, clearly surprised by your incursion. She seemed to recover quickly though, as she got up to brush herself off and recollect her briefcase. "Sorry, are you ok?" she asked with a dulcet tone. You were just about to recover yourself until you realized that the ball you were holding was missing, and so, you began to frantically search for your prized possession. As you fumbled your hands across the nearby grass, you saw an extended hand from the young woman. In the palm of her hand was the silver ball.
You were just about to grab it, when you heard your voice...well, your body's voice, screaming from behind. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!" Unfortunately, this series of events gave your sister ample time to catch up to you. Before you realized, your sister began reaching out for the ball. Parodying one of those slow-motion action scenes you also extended your own petite hand, hoping to grab it before your sister does. For a split second, you thought you saw both hands, yours and your sister's, on the ball before the white flash of light came back to flood your vision. When you woke up, you found yourself in...
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