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Perfectly positioned over her waiting mouth, Aryanna loosened her pinched fingers to allow the confused tiny to fall backwards onto her enormous tongue; the little woman's negligible weight landing with a muffled wet plop followed by a series of tiny shrill screams of panic and futile resistance. The tiny woman's mind couldn't quite comprehend what was happening to her or why. She had just spent the last hour of her life tucked away in the cramped crawl space between Aryanna's massive socked foot and the sweltering inner tip of her jogging sneaker. The tiny found herself hopelessly pinned in the nauseating darkness of a giant stranger's shoe; each colossal impact with the asphalt adding to her splitting headache. To the nameless tiny woman, it was torture. In reality, Aryanna simply didn't have any pockets on her Lululemon jogging outfit and so she had to put her snack somewhere until she was ready to eat it. So when she finished her morning jog, the the twenty-four year old barista collected the exhausted tiny from her shoe; taking a moment to admire its glistening toned body as it dangled between her giant manicured fingers - unsure of whether the tiny creature was soaked with her sweat or its own. Either way, she was hungry and this little one looked especially flavorful.

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Perfectly positioned over her waiting mouth, Aryanna loosened her pinched fingers to allow the confused tiny to fall backwards onto her enormous tongue; the little woman's negligible weight landing with a muffled wet plop followed by a series of tiny shrill screams of panic and futile resistance. The tiny woman's mind couldn't quite comprehend what was happening to her or why. She had just spent the last hour of her life tucked away in the cramped crawl space between Aryanna's massive socked foot and the sweltering inner tip of her jogging sneaker. The tiny found herself hopelessly pinned in the nauseating darkness of a giant stranger's shoe; each colossal impact with the asphalt adding to her splitting headache. To the nameless tiny woman, it was torture. In reality, Aryanna simply didn't have any pockets on her Lululemon jogging outfit and so she had to put her snack somewhere until she was ready to eat it. So when she finished her morning jog, the the twenty-four year old barista collected the exhausted tiny from her shoe; taking a moment to admire its glistening toned body as it dangled between her giant manicured fingers - unsure of whether the tiny creature was soaked with her sweat or its own. Either way, she was hungry and this little one looked especially flavorful.