Current Class: Widow (Female)
You head on over to the closet.
"There better be something that I can wear." you think, grabbing hold of the hole knob thing. Giving it a slight pull, it doesn't budge.
'Making selection. Please be patient.'
Patient? You currently have nothing to wear at the moment! The least they could do was pre-select this stuff before you open this thing. But no, everything had to be done in real time or some shit. As long nights went, why did this have to bleed into your morning?
Sure, getting wasted isn't the most responsible thing to do as an adult. But when you're wandering aimless through life by way of a tragic event, you'll take anything to free you from this funk.
'Selection made. You may now open the closet.'
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