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"Please, Maria, at least tell me what you're planning to do." Adam begged.

"No clue," Maria said cheerfully. "But whatever it is, it's already the right call."

Before he could reply, Amanda grabbed them both by the arms and dragged them to a nearby bench.

"Sit down," she commanded, and they both did as she said. Adam looked around the crowded downtown area nervously and Maria pulled out her phone again.

"It's time for a demonstration," she said. "Adam, kiss Maria."

"What?" Adam demanded. Maria barely reacted, continuing to stare at her phone. "I'm not gonna fucking-"

"Fine," Amanda interrupted. Before either could react, she was sitting next to Maria and shoving her tongue down the woman's throat. Maria let out a muffled gurgle of surprise before softening and reciprocating. Amanda took one of Maria's hands and placed it on her breast; Maria moaned as she softly kneaded the flesh. Amanda broke the kiss but stayed close, her face inches from Maria's.

"You like my boobs?" she asked. Maria, red-faced and panting, just nodded. "Good, now get your hands off of them."

She gripped Maria's wrist and pushed her back brusquely. Maria looked startled for a moment, then shrugged and picked up her phone. Adam stared, aghast, and struggled for words.

"...what was that?" he finally asked. "You- you two started fucking making out! Maria, you're not even into girls!"

"I am now," Maria said proudly.

Amanda grimaced. "I'm still not, but I had to prove the point. See, when this NSH recontextualizes an event as a 'triumph', Maria incorporates that into her epistemological metrics."

Adam stared at her in bewildered panic until Maria spoke. "It means I like when good things happen to me, dipshit. You'd think that would be obvious."

"So since Maria kissing you was a good thing..."

"I like girls. Or at least getting kissed by them," Maria said with a shrug. "You should be glad I'm not pissed at you for haunting me. I probably would have been before it happened, but frankly I could go for another haunting. What do you say, Amanda?"

Amanda turned to Adam, who was pale and trembling. Before she could ask him his opinion, he vomited into the trashcan next to the bench.

"Gross," Maria said. "But you know what? I kinda like it."