Sliding through the coffee table, I shout, “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 comes loose.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks; there are many tears.
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Sliding through the coffee table, I shout, “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 comes loose.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks; there are many tears.