Sublime

gauntlets.

shudder,

Fionn MacCumal

“Gotta go. It’s probably Rocío coming to reiterate that I’m not her real mother. Or that after you die the enzymes in your digestive tract devour your body from the inside.” “Of all your colleagues, this girl is my absolute favorite.” “She was caught porking. On my desk.” “How does she constantly top herself?”

pitiless.

It’s postapocalyptic, motherhood.