I told you not to accept Turkish Delight from strangers!
Or did she offer you French Fries?
Either way... you couldn't resist, could you?
And now you are riding in a giant, elegant sleigh made from glittering ice – your fingers are burning with cold as you cling on for dear life.
The Earth drops away from you so fast that your stomach plunges, and it's no good shouting for help... the wind is much louder than your voice...
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