Matt sprinted across the floor toward the cave-like entrance of his overturned sneaker. He climbed into the shoe and turned to look at the huge skyscraper version of his friend.
With a squeak of fear, Matt raced toward the toe section of his sneaker. There, in the dark, the inch-tall-teen cringed in fear.
He also became very aware of the stench permeating his surroundings. "Do my feet always smell this bad?" Matt said, almost gagging. He almost began to regret hiding in there, but it was all for his own good.
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