Infinite Has Two Mates
She was quite different from Pink, with long straight hair reaches her waist and straight bangs, clothed in all black: black dress, black shoes and black socks.
"Here they are," Pink said, settling onto a couch beside me and placing a pink container on the table.
Upon opening it, I saw cookies inside.
"Feel free to have as many as you want, Infinite. I made them specially for you." I picked one up and took a bite; it was surprisingly salty, as if she'd accidentally mixed up the salt and sugar.
I forced myself to swallow and took another bite.
"Well, how do they taste?" Pink inquired, a hopeful smile on her face.
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