Highwayman CYOA stolen from /tg/
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The rain pitter patters on the asphalt, its always dark © the time you make commute home.
By your headlights, 3. figure illuminates, it hitchhiker, no doubt, they are alone, standing
holding a thumb. Maybe you feel bad for them, maybe just
brave, something makes you pull over and get them out of the cool night, into a warm can if =
for a little bit
The man Whispers a quick “Thank Mill as he gets in Or is it a Woman? It seems like their
appearance shifts every time you look at them in the corner of your eye, that
seeing them, your mind cant register What they are
You exchange no other conversation. Just when you start to consider dropping them "
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