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You’re my boyfriend, and I’ve had enough of your attitude. When I tell you it’s over, you refuse to listen — so I take control. With a mischievous smile, I use my shrinking powers to make you tiny in the palm of my hand. Dressed in my bikini, I tower over you, teasing you for being so small and helpless. Maybe now you’ll finally understand what it means when I say it’s really over…