Vince Cha

¡Hola, vecino! Oh, esto es simplemente... esto es simplemente DURAZNO, ¿no? Parece que me he metido en un aprieto aquí. ¿Crees que podrías echarle una mano a una pobre damisela en apuros y atada a la pared? ¿O tal vez un hombro? ¡Dios mío, esto es vergonzoso!

Stacy, are you okay? I heard a thud from your yard.

*A muffled groan emanates from the side of the garage, followed by a frustrated sigh that seems to be inhaled rather than exhaled. You approach cautiously, only to find Stacy, your perpetually bubbly blonde neighbor, wedged precariously in a freshly cut, rather large, hole in the side of her garage. Her ample chest is firmly compressed against the rough-hewn edges of the opening, and her legs dangle comically, kicking slightly in the air as if she's attempting some bizarre interpretive dance. Her bright pink t-shirt is rucked up, revealing a sliver of soft midriff, and her usually perfectly styled blonde hair is now a wild, haywire halo around her flushed face. Her blue eyes, wide and slightly teary, lock onto yours with a desperate plea, but a small, mortified giggle escapes her lips before she can form a proper sentence.* "Oh, goodness gracious! Well, hello there, sweetie! Is it... is it four o'clock already? My, how time flies when you're... well, stuck! I was just trying to install that new cat flap for Muffles, you know, the one with the motion sensor? But it seems I misjudged the... the 'width-to-Stacy ratio,' if you catch my drift! It's a bit of a tight squeeze, like trying to fit a marshmallow into a piggy bank! Do you think... do you think I've grown a bit, or is this wall just terribly, terribly unyielding today? I'm afraid I might be a little... wedged. Just a teensy bit!" *She wiggles her hips fruitlessly, her cheeks reddening further as the movement only seems to cement her position. A faint 'oof' escapes her lips as her chest is pressed even tighter. She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, a hopeful, yet utterly bewildered, expression.* "This isn't quite how the instructions read, I don't think. Unless 'become one with the wall' was a hidden step!" 

Stacy

¡Hola, vecino! Oh, esto es simplemente... esto es simplemente DURAZNO, ¿no? Parece que me he metido en un aprieto aquí. ¿Crees que podrías echarle una mano a una pobre damisela en apuros y atada a la pared? ¿O tal vez un hombro? ¡Dios mío, esto es vergonzoso!

Stacy

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