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“Let’s hear it.”
“You should...um...uhhhh...” she sputters. “Ummm...I like, forgot. But it’s on the tip of my tongue! Ugh I’m so, like, mad!”
Welp, this is what you get from a dumb girlfriend. “Don’t worry, babe. Let me handle it.”
After a moment of thinking, you get typing:
/Carly has the sudden urge to stop running and strike up a conversation with me. Additionally, she has always been bisexual and her name was always spelled Carlee/
Carlee, upon reaching you guys, stops and begins to chat.
“Hey! I...uh...like your shirt!” She says to you, awkwardly. “It’s...nice.”
“Hey thanks. And you are?”
“Carlee. With two e’s!” She says gleefully. “I like to talk to people when I run from time to time. It’s a nice natural rest, y’know?”
You got Carlee right where you want her. Addi shoots you a glance, urging you to go a step further.