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From Create Your Own Story

You find a seat near the back and stare morosely at nothing, lost in your thoughts.

"Hey."

You look up. The impossibly tall, skinny-as-a-beanpole redhead, Thelma, is sitting next to you. She's got a concerned look on her face. She may have a body that resembles Bony Maronie, down to the maybe B-cup [but more likely, A-cup] breasts that are smaller than that of some male athletes, but she's well known for trying to befriend the downtrodden. No one has ever seen her speak to a "popular" kid.

Thelma notices that you're aware of her. "Cheer up, kiddo. Life can't be that bad. Want to hang out after school?"

• Mutter "Why do you care?" and resume staring morosely
• Mumble "Sure, I've got nothing better to do" and give her the hint of a smile

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