She laughed, shaking her head. "You're obsessed. Just entirely obsessed. You might get lucky, and they do. I swear, I'm never gonna smell or see pocky again without thinking of you. I don't know how I feel about that." She rolled her eyes.
She thought out loud. "You love pocky almost as much as I love chocolate. But, I'm a girl, so that's expected. 'Sides, the empath having something that produces feel good chemicals in the body is just a good plan."
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