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Stumbled upon a tiny I forgot about, feasting on a crumb on the floor. I think it was my neighbor Mike who I shrink down a few days ago when I need my feet moisturized and worshipped while I napped. Found him at the perfect time, I had an...

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@TitanSlayer675 You have such pretty nails ~

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@TitanSlayer675 Thank you!

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He was so lucky to be Your neighbor :3

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Would love to see this with you wearing your Birkenstock’s.

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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Uh oh

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That's right, we can't do anything except become moisturizer under your big toe🦶🏼.. but we are still people, even if tiny, we would prefer to at least be treated kindly or at least survive to be useful by taking care of your feet. Don't turn us into stains under your big toe pls

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The Shrunken Microscopic Mike standing in the middle to be crushed by Goddess Giantess Peach😱😱😱✌️✌️✌️⭐⭐⭐😊😊😊📏📏📏🔎🔎🔎🔬🔬🔬🧍🧍🧍👣👣👣🩴🩴🩴🥰🥰🥰🌷🌷🌷🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

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But he is a human!, we are human, you shouldn't crush us like bugs

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