I have to say if a ride ever appears at the carnival called the coffee cup, don't take it. It wasn't too bad at first, but shortly the man seemed to forget I was in there, and I got banged back and forth a few times. When it stopped, we were in the dark, or at least I was, but I could feel vibrations of a car under me. I wasn't sure, but I figured I was on the floor of his car as he took me somewhere. I thought about the events so far, trying to make some sense of it all. It didn't really matter that the company had the capabilities of shrinking someone, or maybe just the killer did, either way, that was a moot point. Obviously I had witnessed a murder, and was now in the hands, literally, of the murderer. I had no idea who he was, or anything about him, other than he was capable of shrinking two people, and killing at least one. Which meant I was probably soon to follow. Though why not do it when he shrunk me? He had me in the hallway, and on his desk. And then in the copy room after everyone left. Opportunity, and certainly motive, so why was I still alive? Not that I was complaining, mind you, but it did seem odd.
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