The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“I don’t like it when my toys are broken before I can brake them myself,” she says as she pirouettes, and then comes to stop in front of another young woman, this one stares at her with tear filled eyes. “Ah, that’s better, a live one!”
“P-P-P-Please,” the girl stammers.
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I am the First Eve.
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