Vanilla stood, staring at the vacant porch. Nobody. No-fucking-body was at her fucking door. She stared, and stared, and resisted the urge to scream in rage and frustration. Instead, she bent her head and sighed. It was then she noticed a package, sitting right in front of the door. It was plain, and brown, and not very big. There was no address, no label, nothing but a note, which read "A gift, from someone who understands. Signed, your friend."
Vanilla read the note again, and then again, then looked at the package. The disappointment of not having someone to fuck had numbed her a tad bit, and she felt very confused and disoriented at the moment. Finally, it occurred to her to take the package in and open it. And that's just what she did.
What lay within the confines of the box further confused Vanilla. Why had someone given her this? How on Mobius could THIS help her? It made no sense!
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