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Stage 1: Denial
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“This is fine.” Spinel insisted, even though Padparadscha had swallowed her hand. “I mean SURE, I can’t pull outta ya… but in case you didn’t notice, I’m stretchy.” She smugly pointed out, extending her arm to several times its normal length.
 
 
Padparadscha slurped up the slack until the arm was taut again. And then began reeling Spinel in until the pink gem was ever so slowly creeping