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The Straw
A glass of orange juice appeared on the table. Kristin Daniels stared at the glass, upset because it came with no straw. Then, to her relief, the straw appeared. After a lengthy inspection, she attempted to sip at it. The task was simpler than she thought. She sipped with confidence and vigor till there was no juice left. But she did not stop there. She continued sipping. Glass bits traveled up the straw till the glass was gone. She shrugged this event off as the work of mere chance. She continued to sip till the table, too, vanished. Then the room went. Something felt off-key here. She sipped away at the off-key sound then at the color of everything. She then sipped at the reality of it all. At this point, she questioned whether she had sipped too far, for she found herself as a mere character trapped inside a fictional world.
