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Featured Flash Fiction
Possibly Millions
by Peter Clarke
A lady the size of three normal sized ladies somehow snuck past me. She appeared suddenly standing on the side of the room that had previously been vacant. I noticed her when she began to take off her shirt. It was a shirt the size of three normal sized ladies' shirts. Under that, her tank top presented itself as about the size of a normal sized tablecloth. Quite visible beneath her tank top, her breasts… I abruptly turned my attention back to my work. But I couldn’t seem to focus. I kept wondering how many miniature women must sneak past me unnoticed at any given moment.
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