A Gift, of Sorts... Or Perhaps, of Sorting.
It's your birthday, but, for some reason, you just can't seem to shake a sense of malaise. Grumpy and out of sorts, you pay visit to your grandmother ... (I imagine this one will be too tame. I'm not really feeling like I'm breaking any new ground here, but c'est la vie. It's at least nice and compact and should run even for free accounts. The checker thinks this is viable as a Teen rating, I'm skeptical (given the subject matter), but I'll give it a try. Thank you to LewdLeah for Inner Self. And thank you to Frustrated_Writer for his AI instructions)
