Holy shit, chicken!

You decide to run. You've always had a crush on Amy, and always blurted things out when you got near her. You're not sure if you're ENTIRELY female (although you did pass a few guys on the way to town and thought things like, "Wow, look at those abs," or, "He's pretty cute"), and you wouldn't want to blurt out something ridiculous in front of Amy. She already thinks you're weird, anyway. So you run into an alleyway, and wait til she passes, murmuring...

"What a weird girl."

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

You head further into the Alley.

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