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>You investigated your front lawn.
>The holes were deep.
>Some of them had 3 visible parallel lines.
>Whatever did it seemingly had 3 claws.
>You didn't know if it had long arms or claws, but you hoped it was the former.
>As for now, you'd rather avoid dealing with Poke-Krueger.
>You went back home, threw your clothes into the washing machine, took a shower, ate some dinner, and ordered a CCTV camera off the internet in case that thing that destroyed your lawn returned.
>You heard your phone buzzing
>It was the Salazzle.
>She has sent you a series of text messages.
>"I'm sorry, please forgive me."
>"I didn't know and didn't want to."
>"It just happened."
>"I'm sorry."
>Your brain went into "what the fuck" mode.
>"What do you mean?" you wrote to her.
>"The mind control to get me shrimp," she wrote.
>Your brain just short-circuited at that moment.
>"Was she talking about the pheromones?" you thought to yourself.
>You didn't mention much about Salazzle biology to her beyond the things she was supposed to eat.
>She must have googled Salazzle and then connected the dots.
>You did have the gas mask on until the fresh air displaced the pheromones.
>Maybe the residual amounts were enough to subconsciously coerce you to get her food.
>But at this point you weren't willing to split hairs over a bag of shrimp.
>"Don't worry, you weren't mind-controlling me. The fresh air displaced most of the pheromones."
>"But the shrimp!" she replied.
>"I noticed you forcing yourself to drink coffee, and I was considering getting you some more adequate food. It was before I took off my mask, so you really shouldn't beat yourself up over the pheromones forcing me to get you some shrimp," you wrote.
>"Especially today, as you had a very stressful day, and need to rest after all of it," you added in the next message.
>"I thought you'd be angry at me. Thank you again. Good night," she wrote.
>"Good night," you replied.
