... had a crush on you!? This had to be a trap or a joke or something! Nobody in this shit hole town could have feelings for her... could they? You rattle your brain to think of somebody who wasn’t an asshole to you but there just wasn’t anybody you could think off. The only clue to their identity was the address to their home. “Well, if they were willing to break my window they’ll probably come for me if I don’t show.” You reasoned.
You arrived at the home the address had led you to and it was just as much of a wreck as any home here. Weeds, litter and a mailbox crammed with unpaid bills. You nervously knock on the door who greeted you on the other side was...
Cherry. One of the few “nice” people in town who likes to “affectionately” bully you. Guess all those times she pushed you around was her way of saying she likes you.
Ankha. The snooty bitch who wants you to be her sugar mommy and spoil her to her hearts content. It appears she has some twisted idea of what constitutes as romance.
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