You sat on a wasteland of skin, stretching out as far as the eye could see, the occasional deep canyon marring the perfectly pristine peachy world. Rumbles and quakes did occasionally happen, but they weren't minded. You sat atop of a mere fraction of a fingertip, your caretaker Calpernia carrying you to one of your friends house, Tessa Mac'Tir, quite the cutie of irish descent and basically who you considered your closest friend besides the big Cal herself.
The mammoth of a woman greeted Tessa's mother at the door and dropped you off, transitioning you onto Ms. Mac'Tir's own finger, making sure you were safe before departing. Through the home you were carried until eventually reaching Tessa's closed door.
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