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Wait! I said he crawled away. Did he... really crawl away? I mean, I didn't even look in his direction.

Just now!

You're just trying to distract me.

But I know that my words were shown on the screen...

I'm standing by the shelves. On the rack there are bags of milk.

We both stand. And the milk... lies? Or maybe...

To buy milk.

Right here?

Um... I guess something like 'not here'..

I guessed the first sentence!

And you, as if out of spite... didn't pause before the second one! You want to rob me of my little victories?

You don't want to help me at all, do you?..

I sigh and reach out to take the milk. Or rather, the bag with the milk inside.

Or rather, a bag of milk inside a bag.

Or rather, a bag of milk inside a bag of milk.

Or rather, a bag of milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag.

Or rather, a bag of milk inside a bag of milk inside...

I remembered what these games are called! Visual novels!

And by the way, the numbers are written there in full, with letters. Are visual novels worse than books? But there the authors are not lazy, so don't get lazy, either!

Not anymore, so watch your mouth! Hehe!

I'm on my way!

Hello, c-can I g-get some... milk, please?

YOU HAVE IT.

GIVE.

I put a weighty bag on the register. Of course, not just the bag, but the milk, too.

Hi, can I... can I have it, please?

NO.

Please!..

NOO.

But please!.. Mom will throw me out of the window if I get back without milk!

NOOo.

But, why not?..

GIVE MORE.

But I don't have anything else...

What?

W-why?

I... will pretend that I didn't hear that.

Nothing...

W-why are you telling me this?

I... will pretend that I didn't hear that.

Nothing...

Haha, really... What would I do without you!

I take a crumpled bill out of my pocket and hand it to the cashier.

He starts to carefully examine it.

It took about two days before he nodded contentedly and put it in the cash register.

Thank you, goodbye!

I walk down a familiar street past a gas station.

A bag of milk unpleasantly tugs at my hand, reminding me of the days when I was in physical therapy.

By the way, they gave me a bag at the checkout, so now I'm carrying a bag of milk in another bag.

Don't think anything of it, I just love the pyramidal structure of verbal constructions.

The gas station is getting closer.

Thank you for your interest. I feel like a mile long bar of ice cream.

As if I'd tell you!

Well, look. The ratio of water to milk in the volume of air occupied by me is about thirty to one.

And yeah, ice cream is not the best. Unless you want to drink more than to eat...

Anyway. The road from the store to the gas station is a stick, and the road from the gas station to home is ice cream.

During today's walk, my body has been to every part of this path.

Simple math.

I'm sharing with you, and you!

I feel movement under my feet. Asphalt grains, petrol stains...

I'm trying to keep my balance. And how do people move over something as uneven as the city plane?

Gently, heel, toe... I count in my mind every meter of the path I walk - I even close my eyes for more concentration.

I unconsciously take a sharp step to the side. At the same moment, a huge bear rushes past me with a wild screech.

Hey, I'm walking here!

I cast a reproachful glance at the swiftly departing giant.

Its red eyes, in turn, look at me with mockery.

Did you see that? How brazen!

Oh really?

Although, if you think about it, are there bears with eyes on the back of their heads?

Come on. Are you saying someone would seriously want to kill an innocent girl carrying a bag of milk?

You just had to say it, didn't you?

I'm not in the world you're talking about.

My journey continues.

If you think about it, the road from the store has one interesting property - it adjusts to me in the most bizarre ways.

When I am in a hurry, all the traffic lights turn off helpfully. When I feel like crying, a cloud appears over me and pours rain streams that hide my tears.

Right now I can feel a cloud slowly gathering over the top of my head.

I'm sad.

What else could it be?

That's not what the manual said at all...

Apparently, these pills don't work for me either.

Please... I just want to get home and go to bed.

I really, really am very grateful to you... But, please... no more.

No!

No!

No!

NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!

You know what?

Since I'm a character in a visual novel... I want to talk to whoever is reading this right now.

I don't care! Do you hear me?!

I forcefully squeeze my head with my hands and place a thought block.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a small bench, the perfect place for cliched visual novel monologues.

I move closer, place a noticeably weighted bag of milk next to it, and raise my head to the sky.

Listen...

I'm a little embarrassed, haha...

I realize that I'm going crazy. The medications are becoming less and less effective, so...

Ultimately, things will happen painlessly, I hope.

Really?..

Please capitalize it - you're ruining the narrative!

There's no need to scream...

Well, I'm not really surprised.