Gladly had a strange
mind.
You give her a chocolate and she’ll doubt you. You ask her
to climb up the traffic post at night and break the lights so they don’t
disturb the homeless, and she’ll be your friend.
She picked up the note, and thought for a second.
Then took out her nib pen, wrote something on it, and slipped
it back.
“Weak in math?” it said.
The note didn’t come back for a while.
When Donny finally opened the door, Gladly was already gone.
Seeing no one, Donny turned.
Something was scribbled on his door.
Hello, stranger!
'Weak in Math' was killer! Bwahahaha! :D I love where this is going! More! More!
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