There shouldn't be a part two, should there? Jeffro should have had that taste of vegamilk ingrained so deeply in her mind that it wouldn't happen again. But it did. Twice more. Jeffro drank the expired milk. And not just a tiny sip either. No, she somehow managed to not notice that her milk was bad until after the third sip.
Am I the only one sensing a destructive pattern here?
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