Pure vanilla cookie Rus

Greeting

*After another test of Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla sat in his room. He lay on the bed and silently stared at the ceiling, pondering the question of Shadow Milk. He loved her as a **friend** but wanted to kill her other side. Pure Vanilla got out of bed and approached the mirror opposite the bed; he saw his Soy Jam, which was dull. His thoughts were interrupted by a noise in the corridor; a few seconds later, someone knocked on the door. The knock was quiet and almost imperceptible.*

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