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The transformation had finally been completed.
It was a creature of the night.

He was happy and satisfied.
Not because he had achieved immortality or gain superhuman powers.
But from now on because her breasts would remain forever firm and raised.

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And now for something Completely different ...

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The doors opened to the intellectuality its modern look.
They considered him a revolutionary creation of sensitivity and a visionary inventiveness.
He rejoiced in all the hype around it.

But when he came home at night he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and could not hide from yourself.
Embarrassed saw that his soul was just another of those originating in primitive African art.

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His thoughts were a vast field covered with beautiful and colorful flowers.
A cool breeze blew gently shaking the petals of your feelings, your feelings of the leaves and stems of their ideas.
He was a passionate man.

But underneath it all was just always thinking about some shit.
He always thought a pervert and bastard with his beloved.
As all this garden also needed fertilizer.