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You part ways with the beautiful Comfy Fort and the beautiful guards in it. You arrive at the first store you visit to ask for directions to where the nearest pharmacy is located. The gentle shop vendor who looks vaguely familiar tells you where to go, you walk off with a new path in mind.
At the drugstore, you carelessly asked one of the workers inside if they were selling any condoms.
“Y-Yes, sir. Over there.” The poor worker never saw this question coming. Judging by his appearance, you think he’s a CotF. You wonder if that’s a classist way to think.
“Thanks, pal.” You give him a thumbs up.
“Wow, I knew it. Utterly shameless.” That voice sounds familiar… “Your lady friend is not around, perhaps you’re planning on pouncing on another girl? Is that how you are planning on wasting your youth? So blatant and unrepentant.”
It’s the lady from this morning, from the tent, the one you returned the keys for the truck to. You question your sanity for a moment because you see no good reason as to why she’s here right now.
“You know him, lady?” The security guard boy asks the nosy lady.
“Not as well as I’d like to, we shared some laughs but good-looking men don’t give me more than a glance, I bet he didn’t waste a thought on me after all we went through.” The office lady wallows in her pain.
What did you go through? You returned a key and nothing more!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Buy the things and get out of here.
>“Did you just follow me here..?” Act creeped out! You have an actual stalker?!
>“Excuse me? You cheated on me. It’s over.” Pretend you’re in one of Nariko’s soap opera, and imagine she’s your ex-wife Carol.
>Write In.
