Zoja comes upstairs fussing and crying from the basement.
"Am Tuck!" she cries.
"You're stuck?" Says I.
"YEAH!," she says in her super-exuberant way.
And then I glance down at her dress and see...Tape. Wound around her waist several times, up over her shoulder, across her chest like a sash.
"Are you stuck in tape?" I ask.
"YEAH!" (with a look of incredulity, like she has no idea how this situation developed, like the tape just reached out and grabbed ahold of her...)
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