In Holly McNarland's bizarre world, "stuff" involves shrinking oneself to miniscule proportions, sitting in the mouth of a big, blurry dog, then piloting it around the house until it gets bored and snaps you in half with its mighty jaws, blood seeping from between its lips as it idly wonders why the treat in its mouth tasted so much like nasty hairgel.
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