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The struggle continues as I’m still caught in the sticky glue, and by now it’s even worse than before. My feet and toes are completely coated, every tiny move making that squishy, tacky sound as I try in vain to wriggle free. The more I pull, the messier it gets — the glue stretches like strings, clinging tighter with every attempt. You can see the frustration turn playful as I twist, giggle, and realize there’s absolutely no escape. I’m stuck for good, squirming and showing off just how hopelessly trapped I really am.