Eve is a very tall woman trapped in a short woman’s body. She is a writer, illustrator, and all around awkward person. She lives with her husband and THREE sons in a very small house somewhere close by. She is probably your neighbor. Don’t call the authorities. That’s probably not her screaming at her children to stop leaving the freaking bag of marshmallows open in the cabinet because that just makes them stale. In fact, Eve only ever speaks to her children in a quiet, even tone and never yells. She couldn’t even speak loudly and angrily if she tried. Not that she has.
Bottom line, leave the police out of this please.
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