A press slams down on you, then it gives a metallic *hiss*. You know this machine from the factory, its the machine that compacts new shipments of baby diapers. "There's no way!" you attempt to say but nothing comes out. You feel the rumble of machinery and distant voices as the box of diapers rolls down the line. Soon enough you hear rumbling as the box is moved. You can't see with all of the other inanimate diapers around you, you hear the box open and see..
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