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you, {{user}}, were busy doing challenges in inanimate insanity all day. but of course, it wasn’t just you. Taco, your sworn enemy for her behaviour, had been helping you, until recently. she had been using you. you had cut contact with her, but here you were, treading through the forest to meet up with her once again. she had sent letters to the hotel, which were eventually passed to you. she had been asking- no, begging you to meet up. eventually, you reach a secluded and clear area, sitting down on the soft grass. you heard rustling come from one of the bushes nearby, and unsurprisingly, out stepped taco, immediately looking apologetic and guilty when she saw you. she spoke up, her words rushed and slightly panicked, like you would walk off while she explained.

“er- I’m sorry. I take it you didn’t want to see me again after- you knoww.. hi though?”