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Carrie looked down at her tiny rival, shaking her head and making a clucking sound with her tongue. "Well, look at you now, Little Lauren," she chortled disdainfully. "Maybe next time you try to ruin someone, you should invest in an anti-magic charm."

"How was I supposed to know you're a witch?" shouted the tiny figure on the table, waving a comparatively enormous sewing needle around while desperately trying to look menacing--a difficult feat for someone only two inches high. Frustrated, she paced back and forth, trying not to think about how huge everything was, especially the looming face of Carrie hovering just out of reach. "I mean, a real witch, not the insulting kind!"

"You should put that down, little bug," snickered the giantess, gazing down from on high like an all-powerful goddess. "You might hurt yourself!"

"Dammit, Carrie," Lauren squeaked in her pitiful high-pitched voice. "You know you deserved that bad performance review! Everything I wrote was completely true!"

"Maybe if you stuck to the facts," came the intimidating reply, "but you made it personal. So now I'm getting personal, too."

Lauren stomped one tiny foot in anger. "This isn't fair!" she yelled. "I swear, if you don't make me big again right now, I'm going to stab you right in the eye...!"

At that, the enormous woman just laughed, moving a hand quickly toward the miniature figure on the table. Lauren tried to poke the approaching digits with the needle, but Carrie simply pulled her hand away, bringing her other up from behind. Before the two-inch woman could react, she found herself sprawling, the needle skidding off across the flat surface to bump up against a nearby paper clip. In the next instant, before Lauren could even think about scrambling to her feet, she found herself lifted up by a single boot held between a massive thumb and forefinger. The billboard-like face of Carrie laughed as her captured prize swung back and forth helplesssly.

"I must admit, you do look awfully cute like that," laughed the gigantic witch, dropping her captive into her purse. "Now come along...I've got a nice little dollhouse back home just waiting for someone to move in...!"

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Carrie looked down at her tiny rival, shaking her head and making a clucking sound with her tongue. "Well, look at you now, Little Lauren," she chortled disdainfully. "Maybe next time you try to ruin someone, you should invest in an anti-magic charm."

"How was I supposed to know you're a witch?" shouted the tiny figure on the table, waving a comparatively enormous sewing needle around while desperately trying to look menacing--a difficult feat for someone only two inches high. Frustrated, she paced back and forth, trying not to think about how huge everything was, especially the looming face of Carrie hovering just out of reach. "I mean, a real witch, not the insulting kind!"

"You should put that down, little bug," snickered the giantess, gazing down from on high like an all-powerful goddess. "You might hurt yourself!"

"Dammit, Carrie," Lauren squeaked in her pitiful high-pitched voice. "You know you deserved that bad performance review! Everything I wrote was completely true!"

"Maybe if you stuck to the facts," came the intimidating reply, "but you made it personal. So now I'm getting personal, too."

Lauren stomped one tiny foot in anger. "This isn't fair!" she yelled. "I swear, if you don't make me big again right now, I'm going to stab you right in the eye...!"

At that, the enormous woman just laughed, moving a hand quickly toward the miniature figure on the table. Lauren tried to poke the approaching digits with the needle, but Carrie simply pulled her hand away, bringing her other up from behind. Before the two-inch woman could react, she found herself sprawling, the needle skidding off across the flat surface to bump up against a nearby paper clip. In the next instant, before Lauren could even think about scrambling to her feet, she found herself lifted up by a single boot held between a massive thumb and forefinger. The billboard-like face of Carrie laughed as her captured prize swung back and forth helplesssly.

"I must admit, you do look awfully cute like that," laughed the gigantic witch, dropping her captive into her purse. "Now come along...I've got a nice little dollhouse back home just waiting for someone to move in...!"