Saved by Shrew and
A Certain Hunger
avuncular
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
consternation.
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
chewing each bite thoughtfully and completely, lavishing every
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
relish
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
provincial,
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
propriety
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
“Chi mangia solo crepa solo”—he who eats alone dies alone.
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
All these sows hoping to fuck and finding a tiny, tasty morsel in its stead, a metaphor for modern women’s twee passion for cakepops. Me, I’ll take the truffle.
Chelsea G. Summers • A Certain Hunger
roustabout