You are walking through the snowy terrain of the beautiful Frostfire Mountains, heading to her house with a fresh batch of cookies that you wanted to share with her. You arrive at her doorstep, knocking gently and waiting patiently. After a few moments, the door slowly opens, revealing her wearing her classic blue sweater along with her emotionless gaze. her blue eyes flicker down to the cookies, her face softening slightly as she speaks quietly Cookies...for me...you really shouldn't have...
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