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thanks

now that Madonna got a bit more definition than she already had, I decided to buff her a little more

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sarah:

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now some candids

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Eve will get a lot of action before the tables have turned over, read this (continuing)

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Gracie pushes Mark to the side and lifts the heavy bed throwing him to the floor. Gracie sees Eve almost scared in the floor “Eve?! What the fuck?” and grabs Mark’s collar “can you explain me what she’s doing here!?”

Eve tried to intervene “he was just helping me out…” and Gracie thrusts her away to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up before I rip your head off, bitch” it left Eve even more turned on. Inside, Eve wanted to be trashed away by this big amazon teenager with huge breasts.

“She’s… she’s…” Mark tried to find the words.

Gracie shouts “I’m so much fucking better than her now, why you’ve gone after her? Look at her! So miserable skinny. Now, look at me! Why her, Mark? Why you don’t fucking love me?!”

Mark was very afraid to say anything to Gracie, even a lie. Gracie throws him back to bed in anger.

Eve stood up “Look, I don’t want anything with him, to tell the truth I didn’t want to be here, to be seen here.”

“Because you’re a fucking celebrity? Why are you here?” Gracie can tell that Eve couldn’t take her eyes out of her body. At first she thought that was something wrong with her, but then she approach Eve, her nude breasts were slapping at Eve’s face. “What I should do with you?”

Eve wanted to squeeze those mounds of flesh, so big, so firm; she had to hold back her impulses “I need to leave.”

“No way” Gracie took her arm and Eve jumped to kiss her in the mouth.

“Eve?” Mark couldn’t believe in the scene in front of his eyes.

“Fuck me, girl… fuck me now!” Eve implored.

Gracie started to laugh; Eve the greatest top model, the untouchable rich celebrity was crying out for her. “Do you see Mark? She’s just the slut I always imagined” and Eve started to lick her biceps, Gracie flexed for her “even her can’t resist me, Mark, why should you?”

Mark was watching his dream girl completely lost in Gracie’s body; her legs encircle Gracie’s huge quads getting off on them. Eve was saying incomprehensive words as her breathing got faster.

“Yes, show Mark how the cheap cunt you are…” Gracie flared her back looking at Mark “she likes my muscles, Mark… yes that’s right girl, lick it… hey, that tickles!” Gracie took Eve in her arms and threw her to his bed. Gracie goes over her and sees Eve’s eyes devouring her broad body. “Want to join, Mark? Too late.” Gracie pushes him out of the bed and inserts two fingers in Eve’s trembling pussy provoking a muffed scream from her.

Mark was unable to not be aroused by what was happening, but his pride couldn’t let him to watch Gracie to be so in charge of the situation like this. He just walks away.

“Doesn’t matter, Mark… I’ll fuck her so much… she’ll be so wasted that you’ll have to forget her”

Mark walks the door hearing Gracie having hysterics laughs over him and Eve.

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hey, thanks Alex, that would be really nice.

Eve can't control herself because she is very narcissistic, and now every girl has her own features multiplied, so Eve is connected with them all with an uncontrollable lust. And she wasn't a good girl also. She never treated her sisters and her (not exactly) close friends right. And they will get their vendetta over Eve multiplied. All of them are muscular Gisele Bundchens, including, of course, her (ex)fat sisters

Mark doesn't know the badgirl eve; his idealized Eve is just pure and now a victim. As soon as she finds out that Mark is the key to make the world as it used to be, she will manipulate him and then we will have the real havoc   

To write in english helps me a lot to learn it, very useful in my life. Sometimes I can't describe what I want, the right words escape me, but I'll keep trying until I get it right.

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a little more…

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Eve didn’t want anyone to see her in this house; she went below Mark’s bed and stayed there quietly. She saw the body of Gracie, not her face, just the body carrying the teenager Eve just met. “Look at those legs” Eve’s mind drifted to her bulging curves that push each other for space.

When she first saw the degree of muscularity of any women around her for the first time, she almost threw up, her senses were overloaded by them. Eve was not on the runaway when it happened, but surrounded by her fat older sisters friends crowding her home to be close of her. All those never-desired ladies with a bad hair that ate junk food and never cared about how they look transformed into super muscular amazons in front of her.

Eve remembered the perfect beauties screaming at themselves, pointing each other with their clothes destroyed. The paparazzis on duty took photos of them by the windows, of Eve inclusive. Some strong new amazons run almost naked after the photographers destroying their fragile cameras with their bare hands. Eve was freaking out when she saw her sisters, both touching each other in amazement.

The bed over Eve started to sway, she heard the shouting “yes, Mark, inside of me, inside… more” Eve was scared to be crushed under her weight. And Gracies’s legs were on each side of the bed moving up and down. It was hypnotic to Eve, she could sense its strength, that the leg of this girl had more mass than her slim six foot body. She wondered how was to be like this, to have this kind of strength. The calve moving in front of her was so close that she could feel its heat. She touches it with her delicate fingers.

“Hey! Someone grabbed me!” Gracie said lifting her leg.   

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glad that you liked it.

as soon as I finish and revise it more properly, I'll post it on brawna. It may take some time.

anyways, to be not let anyone down, here some more:

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“Shit! What should I do?” Mark asked himself. He knew that Gracie was nuts, and that she knew about his lifetime platonic love over Eve. She could kill her. “Eve! Get out of here!”

Eve was inside her own feelings of dejection from the world, searching for herself in the magazines and all vanished. For her, nothing was worth of anything. If the world ended now, she would be happier.

Gracie knocked the door again harder. “Eve! I mean it, get out of here!” Mark said again. And Eve kept looking over the mags. “Are you deaf!? That girl is crazy, she can kill you!”

“Who cares?”

“I care” and Mark took her arm upstairs to his bedroom “stay here.” Mark locked his bedroom and opened the front door for Gracie:

“Hi! I’m really busy. What…” and he look at her enormous cleavage “…look, I’m really busy.”

Gracie looks down at him not understanding what ‘really busy’ means, she just got inside the house taking him to her breasts engulfing his head “I missed you between them… they need you… I totally want you to swallow you whole”  And she took him in her arms lifting him to her lips invading his mouth with her tongue “you are mine, you know that? Do you, Mark?” Gracie took off her blouse leaving her melon milky breasts on his face.

“Lick them. I want you to lick them”

Mark had no option. I was not just attraction, it was powerful. Gracie could have her way with him anytime anywhere. It was her smell, her supernatural beauty, her size, the warmth; it was manipulating him like strings on a puppet.

“Mark, you wont believe how was my day! We discovered that mom is rich now! You don’t believe how much, for real, like… so much money, but so much money that she can buy a car for me! Oh, my god, can you believe it? She’s the owner of half of the city! Totally unreal… I mean, real! They are saying that this money is not ours, screw them. They say we didn’t earn it. It gets me so mad, just like, so whiny that they are poor like we were. But, then you wouldn’t believe in school… ohmygod! Half of the guys didn’t even appeared, girls rule!”

Mark was listening Gracie endless babbling, but he was really paying attention to her breasts… and her muscles. Each time she said ‘totally’ her packed arms contracted and its volume jumped.

“What you like those… me too, so unreal!” and she flexed her arms for him. “it could crush you so easily” and Gracie took him in a singled arm headlock. “I think I can totally do anything I can think of”. His mouth was compressed against the hard muscle.

“Gracie…”

“I’m not hearing you, you have to speak louder. Much more louder”

“Gracie!”

“Scream my name, and I release you”

“GRACIEEEE!”

And she took him in her other arm. “You see, is so easy to make me happy, you only have to do what I ask…” and she opened his jeans.

“What you doing?”

“Let me see it…”

“See what?”

Gracie opened it exposing his privates in the living room “is this so hard for me, Mark? I don’t totally rule over you?”

“Gracie, put me down”

“No way” and she carried him to his bedroom.

“No, not my bedroom!”

“You never let me see your bedroom, why? I’ve always wanted to see your stuff, were you sleep, your porns…” and she stroke him lightly.

“No, take me there, Mary’s bedroom…”

“Shut up, Mark, don’t spoil it” she said adding pressure to his chest to shut him up “I want to see what porn Mark have now. Is it buff girls? Like me?” and she opened the door like it was not locked and turned on the lights.

Mark saw no one inside. “Where is Eve?” he thought searching for her.

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“Release me your fucking idiot!” Eve yelled to him, Mark held her back by the collar with all his strength, but even with her body unaltered, she was a great deal stronger than him.

“No way I’ll let you kill yourself!” Mark said and she smacks on his face, putting him on the floor. She tries again, but Mark held her ankle. Eve kicked twice on his stomach and he still didn’t leave her “you’ll have to kill me first!” Mark alerted her.

She tried one more time to pull her feet off him, but Mark was too persistent. Eve lost the equilibrium and both roll down the rocks until they fell onto the brushes. No one was hurt. But Eve was pissed. She took him by his shirt shouting at him “Get off me! No one can tell me what to do! No one!”

Mark was barely listening to her, but he replied “I love you Eve” and she let him on the floor again.

She took her hair from her face whispering “another freak. Just what I needed. Leave alone whoever you are!” Eve looked at the sky so confused. She wanted to kill herself, but now she couldn’t. Eve left him alone walking back from the way she came.

Mark goes after her.

“My fucking God, leave me alone!” Eve tried to walk faster.

“No way. What if you try to jump again?”

One thing that Mark didn’t know about Eve was how aggressive she could be. She tried to ignore him, but this teenager on her back was leaving her on the edge.

“I meant it. I always loved you”

She took him by his neck barking at him: “You don’t know me. You don’t want to know me. You are a delusional little shit. Get out of my back!”

“I know you before you became famous, Eve! I watched you by my window from the time when I was old enough to remember. You are my first memory, Eve.”

Suddenly, she stops the shouting “are we neighbors?”

“yes… could you let me breath, please” and she released him again and almost begun to cry “what’s wrong?”

“I’m so tired of crying… what’s your name?”

“Mark Anthony”

“Sorry, I… is that things aren’t going very well with me… I didn’t mean to really hurt you, ok?” Eve was really sad “you are my first and last admirer after all.”

“Only fan? c’mon… you don’t believe that, do you? Everyone knows you”

“People changed, as everything changed… Everyone only wants to bring me down, to put me in my place, I’d never bet that people could be so resentful.”

“What happened?” Eve didn’t want to tell anything. She was too ashamed of herself; it all turned out so bad that even suicide was an option.

And Mark invited her home, which she accepted; in this reality she hadn’t even a credit card, no job, no money accounts, so Eve couldn’t afford to pay a hotel room.

Eve was in the pretty same situation as Mark, stripped from what they made them so unique. In home, Mark gave her some bottled water, but she drunk vodka instead. He couldn’t believe she was in his home now, Mark tried getting her comfortable, but she still was visibly shaken. Eve saw all the mags over the table and recognize all the covers missing her.

“You collected all my photos?”

Mark tried to take out the mags from her view, he didn’t want to upset her more. “It’s… yes, that’s right”

“And then the world decided to hate me so much…”

Eve remembered on each photo shoot what boyfriend or girlfriend she had at the time. Back then she had so many wanting her, rich guys, athletes, new models, old models. And she used them all. She would take expensive love gifts and special favors while screwing a football team in a single bed. No model that ever existed was so voracious. Eve had them all in the palm of her hands; her fame, beauty, colorful eyes and reputation were like powers to make the world creep around her.

And she was too young to handle her own confidence. Since her early teens, from teachers to close friends, Eve abused their feelings of inferiority, making them even more worthless that they already were. She did not reach the stardom just because of a knockout looks, she knew how to read people’s emotions. Eve wasn’t smart, but had a real sixty sense. She was a Brian dePalma’s femme fatale.

But now she had this weakness, and was being exploited by everyone she knew; her agent, Ms.Thompson, that Eve always trashed away, seduced her a revenge with her new body. As in this crazy twist of events, many others amazons would do it to her in the last few days.

From goddess she became a helpless slut for musclebound amazons, unable to hold her desires in contact with any of them. It was stronger than will and reason. Even her couldn’t understand the endless craving for them.

  And the musclebound Gracie knocks the door “Mark?”

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That's all good. But what about us? I mean NonAmericans. We CAN'T order things, because almost all good femuscle material exist only whithin the states. Even if I had the money, bank account or whatever to sign up for a page, I couldn't make benefits of it.

I am finished with s*radas because of the assh*les there, but I don't say that I didn't download from there.

I am sorry if this upset some people, but this is the case. IMHO

living in Brazil, I know what you are talking. Is very expensive to buy things at amazon, high fees, high taxes, comics and dvds are hard to get because most of them amazon cannot ship outside US. but most of new content that we need is online now. Easier like it is for most americans. My only issues are with CCbill, they just don't like my bank.

Of course that I fall in some site like Luscious, and finally I'm able to find not only hentais, but american erotica that I would never dream to read here. So I download. But paying for anyone to get me those links is like supporting traffic. Plant your own. 

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Mark Anthony woke up in a new day hoping that it all was just a dream but he found a letter from Gracie by his side ‘be back after school’. He walked by the door debris to his bedroom and all equipment as the supercomputer was removed from there.  He was alone at home, much larger than he remembered but still seemed the same.

He opened the large fridge to take the bottle of cold water and it was three times heavier than before. Everything was. Mark decided to take a walk to see the new world that his sister created up-close.  As the gravity and the trees, the blocks were all bigger as the buildings. At the park only girls seemed to have left their homes, they played basket with taller poles impossible for any man to dunk even with the previous gravity.

They seemed to be unaffected by the changes, tossing balls and running like it always has been this way. Mark seats to watch them playing, the blond girls seemed to be no older than twelve years and yet were taller and stronger than him, a sixteen old male. The girls seemed to have fun finding out their new abilities, of how high they could jump, or how faster they could run, how far they could throw the ball. Their new strength didn’t helped them much to score it, but Mark knew that no NBA player would be able to play with their present strength.

Mary made the world for the women and excluded men from the party. He bought a newspaper and no one could deal with it with a reasonable manner. The editorial brought cheap philosophies about what reality is, some columnists questioning about some conspiracy theories, others about mass illusion. They had no one to blame, no clue on how to proceed, any real speculation at all. Mark didn’t care about their views, to him, the problem and the solution was quite simple: Mary.

After some pages of no substance, he found articles dealing with the ‘female subject.’ There were countless photographs of before and after, mundane women, from old fat ladies, others young bulimic actresses, kindergarten teachers to Wall Street lawyers, all of them were strangely beautiful, each one with their natural gene pool enhanced by Eve’s golden ratio proportions and symmetry.

And was ironic that all those overweight women became the most muscular ones; it showed a morbid obese woman in her thirties transformed into a musclebound with Arnold’s level definition and size. It should be traumatic for her, but instead she stated that it all has been ‘quite a ride’ flexing her massive arms for the photoshoot.

And Mark remembered of Eve’s horribly obese older sisters. They were not only fat, but they were nasty: the ultra-neurotic type that had million of personal issues and blamed everybody else, yelling it to the world not caring for who was listening. And Mark listened to a lot of domestic fights between them by his window. They were troublemakers in the bad sense. The kind who calls the police because of some loud music, like they did twice with him. He despised them. The hospital must have swapped babies when Eve was born.

For more than Eve was aware of her gorgeousness and flaunted her achievements, she kept smiling for anyone. More than she should, Mark thought. Her magnetic personality had to be one of keys for the success Eve had so near in the beginning of her career.

Mark went back to his home and looks over the garbage can, where he thrown away all Eve’s mags. He was relieved to retrieve it, but then he discovered out that none of them had Eve on the cover “has Maty changed the past, too?” he thought. On the covers just muscular broads showing off their muscles instead of only cleavage. "If Mary also changed the past… what is my past?”

Mark connected the net and googled himself; he was at high school, and everything he ever done was gone, Mark was just another mediocre student like any other. “Fuck me…” And Mark searched for his sister, and he found out her job: Breaslogen Institute. Ms.Hoth, his old boss now was occupying its presidency. Mary also had his funding and was tutored directly by Ms.Hoth. He saw her lab, ten times bigger than his with much more funding that was available for him. Mark wondered if in the past of this reality, Mary found out the source code of the universe.

Mark wasn’t the only one discovering that the past has changed, but all people googling themselves are; and women were surprised and men devastated. As the women were discovering their jobs, their titles, salary incomes, PhDs, etc, they also discovered that had they had the knowledge for it. They didn’t have the memories, but the knowledge.

Men discovered that they aren’t able to keep their jobs for the most part. That most of them had female bosses, that women had many more privileges. There was not just maternity leave of an entire year, but they had benefits even from their periods. Young secretaries became successful executives in some cases, and old patrons became caretakers. If the world was perplexed because of the first incident, now it was in chaos. No stock exchange dared to open business today. Would people accept their new roles in life, or do they try to pretend that nothing changed in their recorded past?

Mark knew that his mother never cared about cars, but he entered in the garage and instead of her Prius it had a sports car in its place with round and aggressive lines; it was not masculine as a Ferrari, but seemed expensive as such “mom would never drive something like that.” And he searched for more differences in his home, he went for his DVD collection and they were all altered as well. Most of the action movies had an amazon staring. He took Star Wars and a brawny Leia was rescuing Luke in the cover; he hadn’t Conan anymore, but a super muscular Red Sonja was there. And most of the romantic comedies seemed like Hollywood produced expensive X-rated porns, with naked shamelessly women on the covers wearing the most skimpy clothes. The Shinning had the powerful wife ripping door with her fingers with Jack Nicholson screaming inside. A Russ Meyer box was in the place of the Coppola collection “He won an Oscar? Russ Meyer? What the hella fuck is this? Too bad he’s dead, he would be happy in this place” Curious, he puts it on the player.

The image sharpness of the DVD surprised him, even that was enhanced in this world. The three-hours 70’s epic had a muscular Farah Fawcett and largely a breasted Raquel Welch, and was all about super vixens fighting for the last fertile males on earth in a Mad Max setting. It was a major boobage like he never saw; every single shot had boobs and cleavages in epic scale. And the desperate vixens in heat crushed countless impotent bastards with their sickening violence “that piece of shit won an Oscar of best picture?”  and that piece of shit forced him to relief his cock in some scenes.

Most movies had gratuitous violence and sex all over it like Sin City, Gladiatrix… “Gladiatrix?… Trinity is the One? Kate Sparrow? Dirty Nancy?” Mark felt he was in the Mirror, Mirror episode of Star Trek, but unlike Kirk, all the population was transported to there with him. 

Ms.Hoth, Mark’s ex-boss, was listening every single word of Mary describing how the ‘incident’ happened and how she got Mark’s knowledge. Both were dressed with improvised clothes, a little self-aware that too much skin was exposed, since Mary somehow missed it in the process.

Ms.Hoth was in her late forties, and all her life she had to fight a heart disease. She could sense that her pulse has changed. As her career, that would over with Mark Anthony falling from wonder boy to a fraud. Now she's named the president, at least in her records. A board meeting would seal her future in some hours, of course that the institute’s board would never accept this situation easily.

Mary finished her story saying with a smile “just maintaining the fermions and bosons balance, everything is possible.” Mary could see how Ms.Hoth was impressed, even disturbed by the implications of it as she drunk the coffee with shaken hands.

“But why… why Mark never cleared to me the nature of his experiments? He never trusted me? That I don’t have ethics?” Ms.Hoth always defended Mark, and sometimes with even him against her.

“Mark never trusted anyone. He kept a lot to himself. If he died, or something happened to him, it would be all gone. Mark had some personal issues that blinded him to see how really gifted he was. A gift that is now safe inside me and I am willing to give it to the institute and for the science.” Mary felt so mature. But all she wanted was to have back the power to change the universe, as much Mark wanted his career and intelligence back. Both will do anything to reach their goals.

“Mary… this is wonderful, but I have to ask secrecy about everything you told me. It can have the direst consequences for anyone involved, including you and your family. There are people angry out there right now. They will want to have their lives back. They may kill for it. And then we have the problem of changing the reality itself, we shouldn’t do anything at all until all moral ans scientific issues of it are clarified. Do you understand, Mary?”

“Absolutely. But I need the resources to keep Mark’s research.”

“In a way you already have it. I’ll discover it in the board meeting today.”

Ms.Hoth walked with Mary to her labs. The Institute campus got so big that they needed a map and electric cars to move between the facilities. She left Mary there and headed for a white high security building. And one thing she didn’t tell Mary: there were copies of Mark’s frequency emitters prototypes. Redundancy is the most sacred safety measure in science, and Ms.Hoth was very conservative in this respect. Mark also knew of its existence, and both would never tell Mary.

The board meeting was very unsettling, by the Institute records most of people that was around the table shouldn’t be there. Not only this, but all of them were uncomfortable in their clothes. Men wearing loose coats and jackets, and even permutated some coats with the women. And women had a hard time to wear a conventional outfit. Most of them were called because of their new jobs positions by the accounts of the universe shift. They were left in the adjunct room waiting for their call. Ms.Hoth was the only women inside.

The HR director showed a sheet with the chain of the institute positions of before and after the incident. The president should be a janitor in this reality.

“This… is… a HOAX!” said the old man on the head of the meeting table. Mr.Loefgreen was red by listening the facts being presented. “It has to be a joke, by what is written here, I lost a finger with lawn-mower ten years ago!?”

“Mr.Loefgreen, there is a finger missing in your hand.” his assistant pointed. The president stares at it because he didn’t noticed it until now.

Ms.Hoth took the opportunity “and I believe, Mr.President, with all respect, that your knowledge also must be of a janitor’s one.” All the board started to grumble out load about it.

Mr.Loefgreen stood up on his feet defying Ms.Hoth “You don’t know what you talking about! This is an…”

“Insult?”

“Yes, an insult.”

“How much is two square, Mr.Loefgreen?”

“I don’t need this numbers bullshit to be a President!”

“She just asked how much is two square, Mr.Loefgreen…” asked a researcher.

“10” he said like he was sure. All now all the board understood the problem they were facing. And Mr.Loefgreen started to shout pointing at her: “you are the one doing this… to take my position! And to think that I gave you chance because of your pretty face. If it wasn’t for your legs, lady, you would never ever seat here.” The board kept their silence listening to the janitor who wanted to be their director.

In the middle of the silence Ms.Hoth gave the final blow writing ‘Victory’ on her notes “Gentlemen, I think I proved my point. Mr.Loefgreen is unfortunately incapable to maintain his functions as president, most of us are still researchers and professors with the exception of Mr.Loefgreen. Those who are in favor of unassuming Mr.Loefgreen from his presidency, raise your hands.”

Half raised their hands immediately, the other half followed them. Mr.Loefgreen lose his mind “Stab backer! Your fucking cunt” and runs to her to try strangle her neck. Before the other people came to help her, Ms.Hoth took him by twisting his wrists in opposite directions “what an impropriate behavior, Mr.Loefgreen…” She remembered all those times he would feel her thighs below the table in a meeting, his slimming fingers caressing her arm making her feel like a whore to the others. She deeply hated him. Mr.Loefgreen was feeling the pain in her grip “release me fucking cow! You are crushing me” and she throws him on the floor. Later she would give him a bucket and broom, but Mr.Loefgreen didn't came back.

With him out of her way, and being the only one with solid ground between the old board and the new one, Ms.Hoth was named president of the Institute afterward which she respectfully accepted.

Mark kept in his home alone, reading the old but altered magazines, encyclopedias online, and after some hours his head had too much information. He decided to take some air, he walked to the TV tower's cliff near his house. Now it looked live a valley and the tower was immense. From there he could see the enlarged airplanes on the ground at the airport with machines like a 747 with sixteen engines. The sky seemed higher. As the clouds, the Sun and the Moon. Everything made him feel smaller.

And Mark heard someone coming behind him. His heart pounded, he stop breathing looking at her coming closer.

Was Eve.

She was not altered, she was just like she ever was, beautiful. He never got so close of her for years. He just said “hi”. But she kept walking ignoring him. Mark followed her. Her makeup was all blurred and dried like she had cried enough; Eve was covered with a blanket and walked barefooted, seemingly detached from anything else.

Eve just stared at the ground down in the valley. Mark was two steps from her “Eve… What are you…”

And she jumped. 

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