A small exquisite voice resonated from all around the white room, an echoing whisper the seemed to originate everywhere.
"What do you think, Eva?" Eve presented her immaculate drawing of a fully bloomed lily. She knew her twelve-inch porcelain replica approved.
Her and her treasured doll were exactly alike. Same pale white skin, long, flowing jet black hair, cute button nose, full cherry red lips that tore into a the most beautiful that seemed to be the origin of joy itself, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth. All the details were flawless, down to her whited out eyes.
She set her completed drawing back down on her desk and glancing at the clock, she got up, grabbed her doll, Eva, and set out to the cafeteria.
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