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Time passes by, and she seems to have warmed up to you after some casual chitchat. “If I’m gonna be honest Anon, I don’t like talking. I can’t figure out what to say to people fast enough, so they just look at me with disgust and confusion. But I can talk to you normally, because you seem to understand me.” As you look at Marley, she looks away, blushing with a cute smile. She has feelings for you, but she’s far too nervous to let them known.
After some walking, you both decide to sit under a tree to eat. You pull out goods from your rucksack, getting a can of beefaroni for yourself and giving a PBJ sandwich to Marley. After eating, you pack the trash away in your ruck. Marley is slightly appalled by your inability to effectively pack it tight. “Make it smaller Anon.” She lets out a small but cute chuckle as you begin to wrap around your ruck in a fetal position, humping it in a desperate yet pathetic attempt to make it smaller.
