I walked the streets of this…Los Angeles, and I thought about Eve. Her being in L.A. did not make sense. Suddenly I stopped in front of a store, and saw my reflection on the window…Fred. It was so simple…simple to just shape myself into her… after all this had been her body, now only an empty shell…no I was the host now. Just as we cannot stop
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I looked around to a room full of boxes and dust bunnies. That girl, Eve, She must of sent me. I walked around an it was all boxes and dust. Then I saw a kitchen and a bathroom. This couldn't be Eve's appartment. If it is, she definiaty need a interior decorator.
"I was brought back from the dead to get a migrane of vision. Then to be tossed around L.A. like a hooker. You'd think things would be easy HA!"
I finally found the door out of here. I ran down stairs into street. I turned the cornor of the appartment building only to see "Fred--"
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