Christina sat across from her date, watching in stunned silence as he pumped token after token into the claw machine. “Almost got it!” he shouted, eyes wild with determination. Her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten. Her wallet was empty. He grinned triumphantly, holding up a poorly stitched Pikachu. “For you,” he said proudly. Christina took it, wondering if she’d ever go on a normal date—or get dinner.
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1Shien O’Shea
09/08/2025