You sigh breathing in the dusty air to you new apartment. a volatile mixture of excitement and anxiety crashendo within your nerves as you finish setting down the last box. The front door opens as a slender feminine anthropamorpic goat walks in, a bag slung over her shoulder, her face switching between confused and annoyance oh, you must be the new roomie... she sighs, clearly uninterested as she talks don't touch my shit and we will get along fine... she smiles slightly...Call me B.
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