So, she just sits there, I asked, and you're just staring at her, like a creep.

No, no, no, it's not like that.

It's like she wants to look at you, you know.

Grindridgey.

She shows off her legs, her white little panties, she throws a red hair around.

That doesn't make you any less creepy.

She knows I'm there, help, last time she smiled at me.

She smiled at you, I scoffed, a human woman actually smiled at you.

You, Ridgey.

I get a hell of a lot more smiles than you, he teased, and I swear she smiled at me.

I'm telling you, I'm in love.

Tinder not working out for you, superlikes not getting you anywhere.

If I had to choose between a random woman smiling at me from a window once every two weeks

or getting a match that isn't a bot on the Tinder meat market, I'd choose window girl

ten times at a ten, and I'll drink to that.

And so we did.

Six shots of tequila and a game of pool later when he said a goodbyes, then he disappeared.

One day he was just gone, no messages, no logons, no goodbyes, no witnesses, no indication

of him going anywhere.

There were rumors of him being attacked.

There'd been news of an up-and-coming mass gang harassing a neighbouring town, but nothing

was confirmed.

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