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She had done this several times. First when she was preparing for her PhD prelims. Three days of six hours of testing to see if you had learned enough as an undergrad. She was so afraid of freezing up that she decided to just get away from it the week before the tests. She rode the dog from Southern California all the way to Las Vegas, New Mexico - not Nevada - with loud music filing her headphones all the way.

Getting out of buses and bus stations it hit her she didn’t have a change of clothing and must be pretty rank. With that realization it suddenly hit her how far away her prelims were. She had mentally shifted gears. She bought some cheap underware and a trashy pair of cutoffs and a tree with a slogan so far out of date that it made her laugh. A few days later she was back in Pasadena, her head clear and ready to win the prelim game.

Once every few years she needed it. This was the first time she was driving. It was liberating to sing along with the music. She drove with no particular direction in mind taking advantage of dry roads and daytime temperatures well above freezing. She stopped for gas three times eating PB&J and drinking milk along the way. Beer and pizza would have to wait for her destination wherever that may be.

Finally at 1am she was just too tired and pulled over at a cheap motel that had a sign promoting a swimming pool, color tv and air conditioning. The L NESOME TRAIL motel - how long had that O been burned out.

The coat flew onto the chair and she instinctively bent down for her suitcase .. A good sign. There would be cheap clothes to buy. Laying down on the bed to take her shoes off was the last thing she remembered until sunlight started to fill the room.

Waffles and chocolate milk. Perfect waffles. All of a sudden Adam popped into her mind. The giantess waitress and other giants and giantesses at breakfast.. This seemed wrong, but it was very real. Seeing a five three waitress as a giantess.

Should she have txted him? Food. He should have a few weeks of supplies that he could reach. Until now she never thought of what it might be like for him if she couldn’t make it back. They never talked about backup plans. That had to change.

She went back to the business of breakfast and took out the phone to snap the waffles. Sigrún paused at the most recent album. There was the double portrait with her weaving her fingers thought his legs.

She liked it at first. It shows off their sense of humor. But now she was seeing it differently. Adam was so small - like tiny small. It never seemed like that when he was Barbie sized. They’d get talking and she would completely forget their difference. Now he wouldn’t come up to Barbie’s waist. They were finally to the point where he seemed like just Adam now and she didn’t want to lose that.

She stretched out the picture with her fingers thinking some of them were longer than his legs. He really needed a haircut. He spent hours sharpening those little 3d printed Barbie scissors to make them work and now all he has is the blade he shaves with. It is almost too frightening to watch. They need to have some more accurate tools printed, but apparently there are technical limits. The laser cutter for clothing continues to work and there are some very fine silk fabrics.

She wondered what it would be like if he continued to shrink. If it is to six Pi maybe not too bad. The problem is he might seem more like a little pet. She sees all of him at once, but he only sees small parts of her. They crossed that line and figured it out, but …

And what if she was falling in love? What if he was falling in love?

Damn this was confusing

She was thinking too much of the present again. Time to roll.

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She had done this several times. First when she was preparing for her PhD prelims. Three days of six hours of testing to see if you had learned enough as an undergrad. She was so afraid of freezing up that she decided to just get away from it the week before the tests. She rode the dog from Southern California all the way to Las Vegas, New Mexico - not Nevada - with loud music filing her headphones all the way.

Getting out of buses and bus stations it hit her she didn’t have a change of clothing and must be pretty rank. With that realization it suddenly hit her how far away her prelims were. She had mentally shifted gears. She bought some cheap underware and a trashy pair of cutoffs and a tree with a slogan so far out of date that it made her laugh. A few days later she was back in Pasadena, her head clear and ready to win the prelim game.

Once every few years she needed it. This was the first time she was driving. It was liberating to sing along with the music. She drove with no particular direction in mind taking advantage of dry roads and daytime temperatures well above freezing. She stopped for gas three times eating PB&J and drinking milk along the way. Beer and pizza would have to wait for her destination wherever that may be.

Finally at 1am she was just too tired and pulled over at a cheap motel that had a sign promoting a swimming pool, color tv and air conditioning. The L NESOME TRAIL motel - how long had that O been burned out.

The coat flew onto the chair and she instinctively bent down for her suitcase .. A good sign. There would be cheap clothes to buy. Laying down on the bed to take her shoes off was the last thing she remembered until sunlight started to fill the room.

Waffles and chocolate milk. Perfect waffles. All of a sudden Adam popped into her mind. The giantess waitress and other giants and giantesses at breakfast.. This seemed wrong, but it was very real. Seeing a five three waitress as a giantess.

Should she have txted him? Food. He should have a few weeks of supplies that he could reach. Until now she never thought of what it might be like for him if she couldn’t make it back. They never talked about backup plans. That had to change.

She went back to the business of breakfast and took out the phone to snap the waffles. Sigrún paused at the most recent album. There was the double portrait with her weaving her fingers thought his legs.

She liked it at first. It shows off their sense of humor. But now she was seeing it differently. Adam was so small - like tiny small. It never seemed like that when he was Barbie sized. They’d get talking and she would completely forget their difference. Now he wouldn’t come up to Barbie’s waist. They were finally to the point where he seemed like just Adam now and she didn’t want to lose that.

She stretched out the picture with her fingers thinking some of them were longer than his legs. He really needed a haircut. He spent hours sharpening those little 3d printed Barbie scissors to make them work and now all he has is the blade he shaves with. It is almost too frightening to watch. They need to have some more accurate tools printed, but apparently there are technical limits. The laser cutter for clothing continues to work and there are some very fine silk fabrics.

She wondered what it would be like if he continued to shrink. If it is to six Pi maybe not too bad. The problem is he might seem more like a little pet. She sees all of him at once, but he only sees small parts of her. They crossed that line and figured it out, but …

And what if she was falling in love? What if he was falling in love?

Damn this was confusing

She was thinking too much of the present again. Time to roll.