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Title: Rhonda
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MFF
Short Summary: Rhonda comes to the Garden of Eden from the City of
Angels.
Story: Rhonda (5,173 words)
All is well in the Garden of Eden. The lion sits with the lamb and Adam
and Eve are truly in Paradise. But this is a Paradise about to be lost
when Rhonda arrives from the City of Angels bringing with her knowledge
that the first couple had never before suspected.
For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www
Rhonda
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A slight breeze blew through the garden, rustling the leaves in
the trees and bending the stems of the tall flowers. A lamb lying
down by the side of a small pond twitched its nostrils, but soon
relaxed. This was about as rough as the weather ever got. The
lamb returned to the flowers it was nibbling, unperturbed by the
nearby presence of a lion on the other side of the pond. And
why should it be bothered. The lion would no more wish it
harm than he would himself. The sun stood high in the clear
blue sky, just a single white cloud to break the utter blueness in
front of which flew a squadron of migratory birds.
The garden was peaceful but not wholly quiet. Bees and other
insects buzzed amongst the flowers and shrubbery. Birds sang
melodiously from the fruit-laden boughs of the leafy trees. The
slight breeze brought a welcome coolness to the warm air and
added a rustle to the ambience. And amongst it all could be
heard shrieks, gasps, cries and yells. The birds and the beasts
in the garden were not troubled by it in the least. This was a
noise to which they were accustomed. It was just Adam and
Eve, the guardians and prime benefactors of the garden, once
again indulging in passionate and totally abandoned lovemaking
out in the open on the short grazed grass.
Ever since Adam woke up one morning to find a slight ache in
his side and the beautiful sight of Eve beside him, there had
been very few hours indeed where the couple had not indulged
the passion they felt for each other and explored their sexuality
in a world free of guilt and sin. Adam had not had to endure
many days of solitude before Eve arrived, and like him she
arrived fully grown and with no memory of an earlier time. He
had never really questioned this. He assumed that this was how
it should be. And, lo, what he had seen of the world was good
and right, and he had no reason to believe that it should ever be
otherwise.
Indeed, he had not been especially unhappy in the time before
Eve arrived. He had plenty to do in exploring the grottoes and
woods and ponds and streams of the garden. There were so
many interesting and beautiful things to see and he knew all of
them by name. As well he might, as there were no names
before he granted them to the world. There were some places
he preferred over others. He enjoyed bathing in the still waters
of the pond or lazing on the grass lawns that spread out in all
directions or climbing up the trees to regard the garden's vista
stretching in all directions as far as he could see, towards the
far distant horizon. But just as he had no conception of a time
before he arrived in the garden, he was never much concerned
about thoughts of a world beyond the garden.
And now with Eve, there was a new world to explore, and the
garden itself was a world they could now explore together.
When they weren't enjoying the fruits of the trees, they were
enjoying the feel of their own bodies. There was so much to
explore, and although Adam was sure that he knew every inch
of Eve's flesh and loved every part of it, somehow he never lost
his desire to explore it again and more thoroughly.
At the moment, Adam was thrusting in and out of Eve's spread
open legs, her ankles interlocked behind the taut muscles of his
buttocks, while she lay back on the short soft grass, her full
apple-shaped breasts shaking up and down to the same rhythm
as Adam's thrusts. The passion drove her face into expressions
of agony, but this was the agony of achieving peaks of
orgasmic ecstasy that was pushing her body close to the limits
of endurance. Her long blonde hair splayed out in all directions
for a yard or so. Her waist was slender but her hips were wider
and round, perfectly designed to accommodate Adam's foot-
long penis as it thrust back and forth, seemingly inexhaustible in
how long it could stay erect and the volume of semen he could
generate when self-restraint was finally sacrificed to his need to
achieve an orgasm of which Eve would by now have had her
own experience in the dozens.
Eve looked up at Adam above her, his hands grasping her
thighs and hips the better to keep thrusting into her. Although
the long hair of her head came down to her waist, otherwise
her hair, except on her crotch and under her arms, was very
much sparser than Adam's. His chest and face was blessed
with a growth of light brown hair that curled rather more than
the shoulder-length hair that framed the penetrating green eyes
and the warm reassuring smile of his face. She smiled back at
Adam, her light green eyes sparkling in the sun, as her crotch
pushed against his thrusting penis. She was so lucky. So
fortunate. She lived in a beautiful place. And she loved the most
beautiful man. She couldn't possibly ask for anyone more kind,
more considerate, more loving or more virile. She was truly in
Paradise.
And still Adam thrust away at her, as she melted and dissolved
in the ecstasy to which she had become accustomed, until Eve
could sense from the twitching movements of his penis inside
her that he was himself at last about to come. This awareness
merely heightened her passion and so, mutually and
simultaneously, the two of them burst out in an orgasmic climax
where their cries drowned out all other sounds in the garden.
Adam released his semen deep inside Eve, intermixed with the
juice her own passion had generated. This was they both felt
the proper place for him to release his load. They had tried
other alternatives. But somehow the taste of semen in Eve's
mouth never matched the joy she felt when it was down below.
And her arse had never felt as comfortable a receptacle as her
vagina.
And then the two collapsed, sated and exhausted, jerking
spasms of semen trailing out of Adam's penis onto the grass
and Eve's thighs. She could feel its trickle seep out between her
legs and join the puddle on her inner thighs and in a small damp
patch on the daisies and leaves of grass that brushed against
them. The two of them lay together, arms and legs entangled,
as the breeze brushed against the small hairs of their skin and
ruffled Adam's beard. A heron strode close beside them,
unconcerned about their presence, while a doe stood grazing
within feet of Eve's face.
"I must wash myself," Eve remarked, as the juices became
cracked and dry on their skin. "Do you want to come?"
Adam smiled, but shook his head. "I feel so relaxed. It's so
beautiful here in the sun. I'll rest here. I'll see you later."
Eve smiled in return. There was nothing unusual in this. They
had all the time in the world and whether they were together or
apart, in spirit they always felt close together. And, of course,
Eve had no conception of fear and no thought that solitude
would in any sense make her more vulnerable. And vulnerable
to what? There was nothing in the garden that could ever harm
her. She stood up and stroked the doe on the head as he
muzzled against Eve's hand. Her naked body was a delight to
Adam as he lay there, the sun in his eyes as he watched her
silhouetted figure stroll unhurriedly towards the wood where
Eve's favourite pool awaited under the shadow of tall fruit trees
and willows. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to a
post-coital doze.
Eve knew that Adam always felt so tired and exhausted after
they had made love, as did she but somehow never to the same
extent. This was just one of the many differences between the
two of them that she loved and would never wish were any
other way. She strode off, her hands brushing against the
flowers and the heather that dotted the grass lawns, and
entered the wood that afforded welcome shade from the
midday sun. Birds flew through the trees welcoming her with
their song, while squirrels and monkeys run up and down the
branches as happy to see Eve as she was to see them. Her feet
pressed down on the grass that protected her feet as she
strolled unhurriedly along. She had no notion of wasting time or
of ever being longer away from Adam than he might expect. In
fact, time had almost no meaning to her at all.
And there ahead of her, shining in the sun in the opening
between the trees, was the pool which she would soon sink
into and bathe the stains of her passion away. But just by the
pool was a white and red figure she'd never seen before. Her
heart jumped a beat in anticipation. Another new being to
which she could get acquainted. Like the elephant she met
whose long trunk wrapped itself in friendship and affection
around her slender waist. Or like the pair of unicorns who
approached her and nuzzled her face, carefully ensuring that
their horns would not harm her. Or the yale that jumped and
danced for her pleasure. But this creature was different, and the
strangest thing about it was that it resembled Adam and her.
Indeed it much more resembled her than it did Adam. Long
hair, breasts and a very feminine shape. Just like her own
reflection as she saw it in the waters of the pool.
However, this person was very strange in other ways. She had
long red curly hair that came down to her shoulders and bushed
out. Her skin had a reddish hue to it, but where the skin wasn't
red it was very white, unlike the slightly brown tanned skin that
Adam and she had. But strangest of all was that she was
wearing a short white skirt and a tight tee shirt that covered, but
did not disguise, her full breasts, and white socks and trainers
on her feet. She was bent over, a pair of knickers discarded
and lying to one side of her, while her hands were busy stroking
and caressing her vagina. She was far more intent on
masturbation than on noticing Eve approach her. Eve had, of
course, masturbated on occasion, but as she could rely on
Adam to bring her more satisfying, more physical, sex, it wasn't
something she felt the need to do very often.
"Hello there! Who are you?" Eve asked, not even thinking that
she might be interrupting the girl's privacy.
The girl looked up at her with pale blue eyes and Eve could see
that the source of the redness on her skin were small discreet
spots which had she known she would have called freckles.
This was strange in itself. She and Adam had no such spots on
their perfect skin. These spots were at their most dense around
her nose, but they were everywhere else as well. On her legs,
her knees, her bare arms, her high forehead.
The girl pulled her hand away from her crotch with a start and
pulled the white skirt over her groin. It came half way down her
upper thighs and flared out at the hem. She looked up at Eve
with a startled expression.
"Who're you? And why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"I'm Eve. And what are you called? And what are 'clothes'?"
"Rhonda. That's what I'm called. Rhonda. Like the Beach Boys
song. And clothes? Surely you can't be serious. These are
clothes." She touched the fabric of her skirt and tugged her tee
shirt forward. "You must know what clothes are."
"No. I've never seen things like that before. They must feel very
strange on you." Eve smiled and knelt down next to Rhonda
and stroked the soft cotton fabric of the dress by where
Rhonda had just been masturbating.
"Are you shitting me? Is this some kind of weird nudist colony
or something? Where the fuck am I?"
Eve was slightly puzzled by Rhonda's linguistic expressions, but
she smiled quizzically. "This is the garden. That's all that it is.
Don't you know? Do you come from somewhere else?"
Rhonda sat back resting her weight on her arms, and watched
Eve stroke her clothes with a puzzled expression. "Well, hell.
Of course I do. Venice Beach is where I was."
"'Venice Beach'? Is that near here?"
"It's in Los Angeles. You must have heard of it."
"No. What is 'Los Angeles'?"
"The City of Angels. California. Christ! You can't be that
stupid. You aren't telling me you don't know LA."
"'Ellay'?" Eve laughed. "You are telling me so much I don't
understand. If you don't come from here, and you come from
some place with a strange name, how did you get here?"
"Fucked if I know!" Rhonda swore angrily. "One moment I
was in Venice Beach. Just mooching. Not doing much. And
then, I dunno, I got all dizzy or something. And then I kind of
fell over. And I didn't just fall a few feet. Fuck no! I was like
falling for like hours or something. Like spinning around. It was
like the weirdest trip I'd ever had. And I hadn't taken anything
either. And then I arrived here. By this water pool and under all
these trees."
Eve grinned. "Well, I'm really pleased you came here, Rhonda.
I must introduce you to Adam. He'd love to meet you."
"'Adam'? What kind of fucking weird shit is this? You're called
Eve. And you've got some guy called 'Adam'. Just tell me I'm
fucking dreaming."
Eve laughed. This Rhonda was so funny. She had the strangest
way of speaking. Adam would really like to meet her. A new
friend. Just like the unicorns and that giraffe. But one that could
speak. How truly delightful! She placed a hand on Rhonda's
tee shirt covered shoulder and smiled warmly and welcomingly.
"No. You're not dreaming. I came through the wood and there
I saw you masturbating under the tree."
Rhonda became visibly even redder. Eve was slightly startled.
She'd never seen such a discolouration before. Except perhaps
when she and Adam were in the heat of lovemaking. If she'd
known better, she'd have realised she'd seen her first ever
blush. Rhonda was very embarrassed.
"Look. Eve. I'm sorry about that. Like I don't normally do that.
But I thought I was like alone here. I just didn't realise there
was anyone else here. And somehow, you know, there's
something real freaking weird about this place. I got here and
just somehow felt, you know, kind of warm and tingly. You
know, like horny. And it just seemed like natural. I can't really
explain. It just got me that way."
Eve laughed at Rhonda. "I don't know what you're trying to
say. I feel horny all the time. That's just the normal way to be."
Rhonda frowned at Eve, but her eyes sparkled in a way that
puzzled Eve rather more. "Really. Is that so?"
"Yes, of course. I just love making love. Adam and I do it all
the time."
"And it's just you and Adam, is it? No one else?"
"Well, who else is there?" Eve laughed innocently.
"I'm sure you know the answer to that," remarked Rhonda
placing her hand on the hand that Eve still had on her skirt.
Eve frowned, slightly troubled. She looked at Rhonda's light
blue eyes and the lips, which seemed unnaturally red and shiny,
through which Rhonda's strong white teeth gleamed in a
curious, almost wicked smile. "I really don't understand."
Rhonda didn't reply, but instead leaned forward towards Eve's
face and kissed her gently on the lips. Eve gasped a little but
didn't pull herself away. Emboldened, Rhonda moved to a
more comfortable position with relation to Eve, her knees
touching the inside of Eve's thighs, her lips pursing and kissing
Eve's face, her hands stroking the bare skin of Eve's shoulders
and thighs. Eve was thoroughly puzzled. This was somehow
quite different to the affection showed towards her by the
animals of her acquaintance.
And then Eve was aware of just how very different it was, as
one of Rhonda's hands grasped a breast, her nipple between
splayed fingers, while another hand grasped the back of Eve's
neck, the fingers pressing her long hair down onto the nape,
and her mouth pressed hard against hers. The tongue pushed
open Eve's lips and twisted horizontally against her face, so that
Eve's eyes were focused on Rhonda's long curls of red hair.
And then the tongue was deep inside her mouth, pushing
against her own tongue and running over her teeth. Eve eased
Rhonda's face away from hers so she could gaze into the girl's
face. Their eyes were so close, and Eve saw for the first time
that there was a strange blue hue to Rhonda's eyelids.
"What are you doing, Rhonda?"
"Only what you want me to, Eve."
"Kissing me. Stroking me. Pressing my breasts. But that's what
Adam does to me."
"And isn't it ever so delightful?"
"Well ?" puzzled Eve. There was something slightly wrong
about this, but Eve was uncertain what it might be. "What might
Adam think if he saw you doing this?"
"He'd want to join in!" Rhonda replied, pushing her face back
against Eve's and pressing her palm more firmly against Eve's
bosom, while her other hand stroked Eve's thigh. Eve raised an
eyebrow, but Rhonda's reply was fairly convincing. And, in any
case, Eve found that she was rather enjoying Rhonda's warm
freckled skin against her own, and she was fascinated by how
quite different were the textures and flavours of her flesh and
the taste in her mouth. She responded more vigorously to
Rhonda's kiss, matching the strange girl's nibbling and tonguing
with the energy she practised with Adam.
Rhonda's body felt softer and smoother than Adam's. Her lips
also tasted very strange: Eve wondered whether it was
something to do with their curious redness. And the very thing
that was most odd was her clothes. It came as rather a surprise
to Eve when Rhonda removed them. Until then she'd thought
they were something integral to the girl, like a bird's plumage or
a lion's mane, but, no, they could be removed in their entirety,
even the strange white hooves that enclosed her feet. And what
was underneath was different again. These freckles were
everywhere. They were denser in some places, like on her
upper chest and on her forearms where they were almost as
densely packed as on her face, but in other places they were
relatively thinly scattered. Eve ran her tongue over them,
wondering whether they might come off with her licking, but it
merely dampened her red and pale skin. And, even stranger
still, there was a metallic silver ring in her navel and two rather
thinner ones in her the ear lobes. Eve had never seen an animal
that had metal in its body before.
And then she felt Rhonda's fingers probe into her crotch, her
fingers stroking her clitoris and her fingers through the bush of
curly hair. Eve reciprocated by putting her fingers with rather
less confidence on Rhonda's vagina. The hair there was as red
as on her head but more tightly curled than Eve's own. And her
clitoris was slightly longer and thicker. And the lips of her vulva
were not smoothly folded like hers but were almost falling out
of her like ragged curtains of flesh. What did it taste like? She
put her mouth and nose to it and sniffed and licked it. The taste
was like her own after she had had sex with Adam, but
somehow also richer and more complex. But it was much more
like her own crotch in flavour than Adam's.
She felt Rhonda's own tongue around her vagina and even a
slight nibble from Rhonda's teeth, and this was so much like
Adam's own exploration there. In fact, if she closed her eyes, it
felt very much like Adam's, until Rhonda's fingers probed
deeply inside her. Rhonda's crotch was beginning to smell
somewhat more strongly and at the same time, Eve was aware
that there was a slight skim of clear viscous fluid amongst the
curly hairs and coating the inner lips of her vulva. This was
something very different to Adam's penis, and she thought that
this must be what Adam experienced when he licked her down
there.
Eve felt the familiar warm feeling of passion fill her, and as usual
she gasped and whined with the pleasure. This abandon
stimulated Rhonda who emitted some rather lower moans as
she more excitedly rubbed her fingers into Eve's crotch and
pushed her tongue deep inside her, so that Eve could feel its
muscular flexibility against her clitoris and in her rougher
interior. And all the while she lay above Rhonda, her bottom in
the air, and her knees brushing against Rhonda's side and her
thighs feeling the soft warm roundness of Rhonda's bosom and
occasionally feeling one of her largish nipples against her.
Adam meanwhile was finding it more difficult to rest under the
sun in the open air. The breeze had steadily become more
blustery. The trees rustled more wildly, even their branches
bending as the air buffeted against them. Adam was puzzled.
Until now, there had only been a slight breeze. The sky was still
mostly blue, but the clouds in the distance seemed thicker. So
thick in fact that they presented a dirty grey colour rather than
the usual fluffy white. Perhaps it was going to rain. Though
normally rain in the garden was brief and gentle. Nevertheless,
Adam could no longer relax recumbent on the grass.
He stood up on his feet and felt the wind push up his long hair
and agitate the hairs on his arms, his beard and his crotch. He
frowned. Perhaps it would be better to join Eve in the wood.
He wandered towards the trees, following the path worn by
animals that led to the pool where he and Eve usually bathed.
As he entered the relative gloom of the forest, he could still
hear the rustle of the leaves, but otherwise the wood was
strangely quiet. The birds were no longer serenading and the
monkeys were not chattering. He looked up at an ape on one
tree who crouched on an upper branch with a banana in the
palm of his foot, but did not respond to the friendly wave he
directed at it. Adam frowned, but continued his way through
the wood.
And then he heard a sound in the wood that he'd never heard
before, at least not from a distance. It was a moaning, groaning
sound, occasionally broken by a strange slapping and a quite
loud shriek. At first he was sure it was just Eve. Perhaps she
was masturbating, though usually she wasn't normally quite as
vocal. But then he also heard another note, which was also
high-pitched like Eve's, but somehow less gentle and more
guttural. However, Adam had no concept of danger. There
was nothing in the garden that would harm him. So he felt no
urgency to quicken his pace as he walked through the wood.
Nevertheless when he got to the pool, for the first time ever, he
felt emotions of a negative kind that he was unable to
understand. There was Eve. True. But also someone else. And
what they were doing was unmistakably like making love.
Adam had no notion of emotions like jealousy or anger, and he
was more puzzled and bemused as he strode toward the
interlocking bodies and greeted them.
Eve faced him, her long hair plastered by the sweat of her
exertions, with the expression he'd always associated with her
during their own lovemaking. Slightly foolish, brightened by
love and desire, but also something else which he could not
have not known but was the first glimmering of guilt in what had
before now been a perfect world. "Hello, Adam," she greeted
him, slightly breathlessly. "This is Rhonda."
"And you must be Adam," commented the strange woman.
And what a strange woman she was. Slippery with sweat, but
also both very red and very pale. Was she even the same
species as Eve and he? Even her hair was different. Curly and
red, but similarly damp with strands clinging to her bright
shining cheeks. "Fuck! You're well hung! Hey, stud! Do you
want to join in?"
"Join in?" wondered Adam. This is itself was a strange notion.
Wasn't lovemaking meant for just two? And wasn't that couple
meant to be only male and female? Although he was puzzled,
he felt a strange arousal in his groin. He looked down in
surprise, to see that his penis was twitching into erectness,
slowly rising like a mast from the dark curly hairs. "I don't
know. What do you think Eve?"
"I'm not sure," said Eve, pulling herself gently off Rhonda, but
still holding her hand.
"Of course he's sure!" spoke Rhonda for her, stretching a hand
out and grasping Adam's penis as it reached almost full
erection. The feel of her hands and those shiny red fingernails
brought Adam's penis to its greatest size. The skin pulled tightly
off his glans, which shone in the afternoon sun with a purple
glow. And then, Rhonda disengaged herself fully from Eve,
who nonetheless pressed the side of her face against her
buttocks, and put her mouth to Adam's penis, while grasping it
with a hand. Adam watched with curiosity as Rhonda's mouth
jogged up and down on its length, her cheeks pulled inwards,
and a strange slobbering sound coming from her mouth.
And so it was that Adam and Eve gave into the temptation of
Rhonda's advances, tasting a fruit that no one had explicitly
forbidden them, but which they both somehow felt was not
quite right. The three of them were on the grass by the pool
under the tall trees, Adam's penis inside Eve and then inside
Rhonda. Sometimes one mouth, sometimes two, sucking and
licking and nibbling its length, his testicles and even putting
fingers up his arse, something that Eve had never done before.
He thrust into Rhonda as she lay on the ground, her legs around
his waist, his buttocks mechanically thrusting back and forth,
the sounds of the forest now punctuated by a slap slap slap of
their conjugal rhythm, while Eve kissed and licked Rhonda full
on her mouth, her hands stroking her breasts as they flattened
and flopped with each thrust of his pelvis.
Adam didn't notice the sounds of the birds bursting from the
trees above in a panicked flight, nor the anguished rustle as
monkeys and squirrels raced along the branches. Nor the
sound of the wind, which had truly picked up, as it bent the
trees with its gusts. The sky was getting darker, even though it
was still many hours to nightfall. All he was conscious of was
the passion that drove his lust and matched his cries of pleasure
and ecstasy by the frantic shrieks and cries of his two lovers.
And Rhonda knew no bounds to her imagination. She guided
his penis into her anus. Such a tight fit, clenching tight on his
pulsing manhood, as he thrust into her, while Eve's tongue and
fingers played with his testicles and Rhonda's vagina. But still he
thrust, bleary-eyed, hot and ravenous.
Eventually came release which Rhonda ensured was shared by
both Eve and she, as thick globules of semen spurted over their
sweaty hot faces, dripping down their noses, cheeks and chins,
the two of them looking foolish and childish. Adam had never
done this before. Normally he ensured he released himself
inside Eve. That was surely the place it was meant to be: in his
lover's own receptacle of love.
And then Adam noticed that it was raining heavily. So heavily in
fact that the forest was no longer offering sufficient shelter to
keep them dry. It fell in torrents down his chest, and through his
hair, washing off all the passion and sweat. And not only from
him, but also from Eve, whose long hair weighed heavily against
her skin. And Rhonda. Was it also bathing her in its icy cold
wetness, as it blew against his skin and made him shiver?
But there was no sign of Rhonda. Or of her clothes. She had
somehow vanished. There was no trace of her at all. There was
just Adam and Eve. He put his arms around his companion, as
the rain fell on him, and they looked up at the unnaturally dark
sky where the large droplets of rain pounded down on them.
There was a sudden brilliant spark of lightning. For the first time
ever, Adam and Eve felt fear. Lightning did not seem at all
benevolent. It cracked onto the ground and then there erupted
an ominous loud echoing crash of thunder.
"We need to find shelter!" Adam yelled, as that was the only
way he could make himself heard over the roar of the splashing
rain. There was another crack of lightning and an even louder
crash of thunder. "We shall have to run to the caves!"
"Yes, we must," agreed Eve, looking at Adam, an expression
of fright and even terror disfiguring her face.
And so they ran. And as they ran, the lightning burst around
them, the woods caught alight and they were followed by the
smell of burning wood. Smoke billowed out from the wood
behind them when they burst into the open air, which provided
safety from the fire that they uncomprehendingly saw around
them. As they ran, they saw other animals run too. Antelope,
deer, cattle all running in fear and bellowing with anxiety.
They passed a lion who was sheltering under a tree. Eve
thought she might run to him. Perhaps they could take him to
the caves and they could shelter together. She paused in her
running, panting and gasping from the unfamiliar panic, and
studied the lion. The animal snarled at her. Its teeth were bared
and its eyes didn't look at all friendly. As Adam hurried her on,
she glanced back at the lion. Under his paws he could see the
torn and bloody carcass of a lamb. And at that moment Eve
fully gained the knowledge that had been slowly growing inside
her, as she ran with the cold rain streaming down her bare
body and flattening her hair to her skin, that from now on the
world would be a less kind, more unforgiving place.
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