Sliding through the coffee table.
Oh no! I’m stuck!
My significant other tickles me, as I wriggle to be free.
In my struggle, the top of the coffee table breaks.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks.
There are so many tears.
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Sliding through the coffee table.
Oh no! I’m stuck!
My significant other tickles me, as I wriggle to be free.
In my struggle, the top of the coffee table breaks.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks.
There are so many tears.