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4:36 PM
Anastasia wasn't quite feeling herself. Or maybe this was herself and her other self wasn't her at all.
Whatever it was, it was fucking confusing. And either way, she'd been put on boy patrol by Mr. Sypher.
She knocked on the door of the apartment number she'd been given and rested against the door frame as she waited for the kid to show up to let her in. Hopefully he was over eighteen and cute, otherwise this 'providing him excitement' order was going to prove rather difficult.
Whatever it was, it was fucking confusing. And either way, she'd been put on boy patrol by Mr. Sypher.
She knocked on the door of the apartment number she'd been given and rested against the door frame as she waited for the kid to show up to let her in. Hopefully he was over eighteen and cute, otherwise this 'providing him excitement' order was going to prove rather difficult.