“I just have to grab the phone from my purse. Then we can get you the help you need. Just make yourself at
home.” Tiffany said.
A gust of wind blew past Jordan as Tiffany walked by and headed out of the kitchen. Jordan looked about the
massive space in a bit of awe. This kitchen was huge at his current size. He knew it would have been a fairly
large kitchen even at his old size. Now though it felt just as large as the backyard. Jordan turned around
looking at a massive bowl of fruit and felt a pang of humility over the thought that even just some ordinary
fruit could somehow outweigh him by such a significant amount.
Jordan sat on the kitchen island and waited as while he was told to make himself at home the reality was he
really had nowhere to go. He was at their mercy.
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