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"Finally," Evie said, moving the scalding milk to a cool burner.
"I can get an ice bath going," Jo said, moving toward the sink. "The yogurt will cool faster that way."
Evie shook her head, her blood-red curls moving with each motion. "The texture will be better if it cools slowly. It's only forty minutes or so. Hey Google, set a timer for twenty minutes."
Jo smirked and folded her arms. "And if I ask why you're setting the alarm for twenty minutes?"
"So I don't miss it if it cools sooner than expected. I like my yogurt to be perfect."
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
