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She wakes up and her body immersed in sweat. The river of blood has hitherto stopped. Painful cramps hold her body hostage. Gradually her succulent skin starts to change like the Chameleon as night swallows the day.

She eats voraciously everything on her path like the locust. She rises at dawn with malady her companion and throws up like a child.
Her slim curvy body turns rotund and bloated like a balloon.
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