But as I look up to give a reply, I'm reminded of the fact that I'm craning my neck just to see his face. He leans his monstrously large frame over me with only a slight slouch, and doesn't notice when I back up. I try to look away, but he knits his hands in a basket and his hands are the size of my face. Eventually, he steps away from me, but I feel light-headed.
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