>>20176809"Jannies could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this school before. There could be jannies anywhere." The cool wind felt good against her modest chest. "I HATE JANNIES" she thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated her entire stream, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her (merited) fear of jannies after dark. "With a visual novel, you can go anywhere you want" she said to himself, out loud.
