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Beautiful thing! She stares at the city and hope to see some of those tiny men she likes so much to watch and play with... But something's strange, no noise at all in the tiny city... no one climbed her raising and lowering chest and breasts yet, to wave at her and win a smile. Not even some scream or the sight of more shy people running away scared... She doesn't know she's all her fault, the gentle giantess, yesterday she forgot to was her hair, she must do it every day, and now almost all the inhabitants of the metropolis, the ones who hadn't managed to escape, were chased and devoured by the swarming LICE descended from the huge and soft mass of her hair invading the streets. It's sad and ironic that from her position she can't see how her forgetting to use the shampoo is killing more of her minuscule friends than her moving through the buildings or falling in some malicious sins of mouth...
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