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Jamie arrives at her detention class to find all her students missing. An empty room, or so she thinks. She stomps angrily across the classroom, totally unaware of the micro-men on the floor, her seat, and on her desk. Pissed off, she picks up her phone and calls Bradley, one of her students. She gives him hassle about not showing up to detention as she sits down, her ass CRUSHING the tiny guy on her seat. She can't hear Bradley, his voice is distant and faint. She slips out of her heels and stands, POUNDING the desk, right near a tiny guy. Her nylon feet boom loudly across the room, toward...
Jamie arrives at her detention class to find all her students missing. An empty room, or so she thinks. She stomps angrily across the classroom, totally unaware of the micro-men on the floor, her seat, and on her desk. Pissed off, she picks up her phone and calls Bradley, one of her students. She gives him hassle about not showing up to detention as she sits down, her ass CRUSHING the tiny guy on her seat. She can't hear Bradley, his voice is distant and faint. She slips out of her heels and stands, POUNDING the desk, right near a tiny guy. Her nylon feet boom loudly across the room, toward...
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