Tifa was looking through the kitchen, wondering what to cook. I knew that Tifa was a good cook. I also knew that she had a bar called '7th Heaven' in Midgar somewhere, but it was destoryed by those evil people at Shrina, Inc. I didn't know where in Midgar it was since I never been there. I like the small-town life better. After coming back to Nibelheim, Tifa argeed with me that small-town life was better.
"I'll just make some sandwhiches" said Tifa.
"Ok" I said.
"I just know there's a way to return you to normal size" said Tifa.
"And what if there's no way?" I asked.
"Don't talk like that" said Tifa. "there's always a reverse spell with these things"
I didn't say anything, but thought about my fate. Would I be like this forever? How could I survive being 1 inch tall? Tifa would look after me, but I still can't help but worry. Just a stomp from someone's shoes and I'll be a goner. Not that Tifa would do such a thing. She's not a murderer.
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