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You decided making your way back behind the gas station, near the dumpster and away from prying eyes, might be the best decision in the moment, so you could gather your thoughts. The walk was long and surreal, a gigantic, crumpled soda can looked like an art installation on an asphalt field, and some ants scurrying by frightened you. You made your way to the back edge of the store, and saw the large metal door of the gas station open. Out walked a larger woman, in her forties, with curly brown hair and glasses. You recognized her. Her name was Donna, she was the convenience store manager. You’d interacted with her a few times as you stopped in for a drink, she had went to high school with your mom.

You watched in awe of her massive size as she lit a cigarette? And let it dangle from her lips as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone. She placed her back against the door and slid down, squatting just above the asphalt. You realized she might be your best chance at getting help.

You also realized there was a major con - what if she simply thought you were a bug and squashed you? Or what if she somehow realized you were a tiny man - would she even believe what she was seeing?

As she lazily took a drag off of her cigarette, and exhaled a mammoth cloud of smoke into the air, her eyes never leaving her phone, you realized you had to take your chance. You began to walk towards her.