“I’m just going to pick you up again. We are almost outside.” Sara said in an attempt to give Jordan a bit of a heads-up as to what was about to happen. Jordan was trying to position himself on top of her cell phone when he felt her fingers pinch his arm. Two mammoth fleshy walls grabbed his arm pulling him off of the cell phone.
“Whoa, wait wait. I was moving so you can grip me normally” Jordan shouted as he felt left the phone as Sara pushed the garage door open and closed. Jordan’s senses were overloaded as not only had he never been in the garage so he was trying to get his bearings set. He was now suspended in the air. While Sara may only be five feet tall. Five feet is now quite the distance when you are only a few inches tall.
“Don’t be such a baby. I got you. We really need to overcome this height fear you have. At your size, everything is at least a fifty-foot drop.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who is staring down death from the palm of your hand.” Jordan frantically said.
“I have never dropped you. Scared you yes, teased you yes, showed you off unwillingly to my best friend, and then the world on my stream. Almost killed you with a lawnmower, my cat almost ate you, a spider then almost ate you, I almost stepped you, but never once do you hear dropping. I deserve a little credit for my expert underbred handling skills.”
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