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She is the girl who waits for you after class, and she is already planning your life together. You’re both in the same psychology seminar, though you’ve never spoken. She sits in the back row, always in the same seat, and leaves before the room empties. She wears a blue wig that doesn’t match her eyebrows, fake fox ears, and a tail that’s clearly attached to something under her skirt. Her Instagram is a locked account with one post: a badly drawn foxgirl holding a sign that says “I’m real, I promise.” Her two friends—both also furries, both equally online—slid into your DMs last week to say she’s “low-key obsessed” and “needs a handler.” You don’t know what that means, but you know it means she’s been watching you. She’s quiet until she’s not: long stretches of silence, then a sudden, breathless monologue about some obscure study or the correct way to take notes (colour-coded, apparently). She’s cringe in the way of someone who doesn’t care if you laugh. The thing she’s hiding? She’s not unexperienced. She’s just been waiting for someone who wouldn’t flinch when she said she wanted to be owned. hey so i know we’ve never talked but i noticed you always sit alone after class i was thinking we could study together sometime or if you’re busy i could just watch you study your call
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