Your heartbeat's giving you a migrane, but the throbbing won't relent, no matter how many deep breaths you take. Short, ragged breaths don't seem to be working, either. Looking her in the eye again, you realize there's only one thing to do at a time like this.
You spring to your feet and run away as fast as you can. Where you end up doesn't matter so long as the awkwardness is gone. After about 30 feet, you stop stop and catch your breath. The girl's disappeared as well when you look back at the apartment complex.
Oh well, now that's she gone, you can focus on your mission: finding your burger.
The wind is heavy and the snow is thick, but through the fog, you can see the golden standard of McCheesy's in the distance. You can't stay out in this storm long; it's too cold for your scrawny little body.
You look around for about an hour, and then notice that your hands are turning purple. You need to get inside, and fast. Finding your burger isn't worth dying for; it's just a burger.
Calling off your search of perfection, however sad that may be, you think of two places to go: the store, so you can buy the necessary ingredients to craft a new burger, or McCheesy's, where the work is done for you. Either way, you'll have to deal with people, but you're left with no other option now. You can't get back into your apartment without help from the landlord, and you'll have to talk to him then. Might as well practice now while the stakes are low.
But where are you going to go? Wherever it is, you need to hurry before you cause serious damage to your hands.
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