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In the vein of the “Choose Your Own Adventure” series and Goosebumps’ “Give Yourself Goosebumps,” think of your own continuation of this story. Send your plot twists to firstname.lastname@example.org, subject line ‘twist.’It was a gray, arduous morning and thick black clouds collected weightlessly in the sky.Candy and Clark sat together in the Pit sipping cardboard-coastered coffees.“Teen pregnancy is God’s punishment for teen sluts!” the Pit preacher yelled, shaking his fist in their direction.Clark looked at Candy and rolled his eyes. “I wonder how God will punish me for my homosexuality,” he said.Candy tried to smile before dropping her head into her hands, her blonde hair falling into her lap.“I’m five days late.”“What?”“I missed a few pills this month. I don’t think this is normal! I don’t know what I would do if I found out I was pregnant.”“Listen, Candy, you have less of a chance at getting pregnant than you do at, like, becoming Homecoming queen.”“You don’t think I could be Homecoming queen?”Suddenly, Clark became distracted, his eyes following a tall blond employee in the window of The Daily Grind as he replaced a coffee dispenser.“Oh, they must be throwing out that batch of coffee. I just got a cup, and they made it too strong,” Candy said.But Clark was still focused on the blond barista.“Oh, no, I think they made him just strong enough,” he responded.“Wait, what are you talking about?”“That Hottie McPoptart working in the coffee shop.”Candy tugged at her hair, annoyed at Clark’s indifference toward her anxiety.“Well, I’ll leave so you can go ask him out,” she said, her words metered with sarcasm.“But I don’t even know if he’s gay!”“Come on, Clark, he was wearing a knit scarf.”“That’s so sexist, Candy. It’s important for men to be stylish, too.”It was a chilly October day and Candy wished she had brought a jacket.She started to feel nauseated and wondered if it was only because she was drinking coffee on an empty stomach.“Whatever, just go ask him out. Invite him to your birthday party,” she said.Clark’s Hottie McPoptart finished replacing the coffee and walked to the back of the shop.“Hey I’ve got an idea, gumshoe,” Clark said, “Why don’t you go ask him to my party? And be sure to tell him we’re getting a keg.”“That sounds like an awful idea.”“But you’re a journalist! You work for The Daily Tar Heel! Besides, it’ll get your mind off of this pregnancy crap.”“I don’t know, Clark … ”Will Clark’s coffee shop crush return his sentiments? Is Candy pregnant? You decide!