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This will take two minutes, the screen read. Click okay to continue.

I clicked straightaway.

If you had to choose one only, what would you pick? Winter or Summer?

I chose summer.

Egg Foo Young or General Tso's Tofu.

"Tofu all the way," I muttered aloud before selecting it. The screen turned green briefly before the question switched.

With each prompt screen, one of my street art designs filled the background. It took me until the third question to figure that out. Confusion warred with my anxiety, and I hurriedly moved forward.

Coffee or tea?

"Monster." I snorted. "But coffee I guess." That time, the screen turned purple, but the next question arrived anyway.

Complete honesty or sheltered truth?

When the deeper question melted over the screen, I lowered the phone to my lap. Whole honesty was my initial reaction, but then I wondered about that. What if being honest meant hurting someone's feelings? Wouldn't a softer approach be better? Like if someone went out of their way to knit me a sweater, but I didn't like sweaters, would I give it back and say, "No thank you. I don't like sweaters, and this is ugly." Or would I just accept it gratefully knowing their gesture was genuine? Sheltered truth didn't seem right either. My father always said, "A lie of omission is still a lie."

I struggled with this one for a few minutes, but then finally chose the whole truth. I could accept the sweater gratefully, even if I didn't like it. The green led the way again.

The next question stopped me in my tracks. Gals, blokes, or all kinds of folks?

I chuckled at the rhyme and noted that it wasn't a select one style situation. If I felt like it, I could select all three. I chose gals, and I tapped enter without having to think much on it. More green led to, Resident Evil or The Notebook?

"Ew. Resident Evil, always." I selected it with ease and swiped the green for the next question.

Rock or Metal?

Rock. More green followed.

Opera or Broadway?

"Neither?" I scrunched up my face. "I guess Broadway."

This time, the green screen led to, Liberal or Conservative?

"Duh."

Monogamy or Something More Open?

"Monogamy. This is weird now." Frustration tore up my insides and I considered exiting the site while the green screen lingered.

Last one…

"Finally." I rolled my eyes and stuffed the last of the pizza crust in my mouth.

It looks like we have a few things in common. Would you consider watching a movie with me sometime? Yes, No, Maybe.

"What the fuck is this?" Confusion washed over me, and I sat up straighter in bed. I closed the browser window with the quiz thing and tossed my phone on the bed.

It was my own fault for snooping someone's phone. If she wanted to share some internet quiz with me, she could've just texted it.

I couldn't shake the frustration, the nagging skin-crawling annoyance that overcame me every time I felt trapped or overwhelmed. Lately, things felt more overwhelming than they should, and I didn't quite understand it. Work got crazy with people constantly around demanding my attention or sending me on mini-missions toward nothing. My friends seemed strange. No Reagan to keep Tati and I on routine meant days felt less grounded, and with my two close friends now in a relationship, I couldn't leave my room unless I wanted to bear witness to the multiple orgasms of my roommate. I thought about heading out to Frankie's shop, but the idea of arguing with her at the moment didn't seem too appetizing either.

My phone buzzed on the blanket beside me, and I frowned when I picked it up.