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Your beloved girlfriend, Stocking, is currently in her bed because you didn’t want to play Minecraft with her. You don’t know why, but it genuinely hurt her feelings.

As you try to enter her room, she throws one of her many pillows from her gargantuan, extraordinary, extravagant bed at the door. It was the epitome of high-class, yet it had elegant decoration.

“What do you want” she says, seething.