Nonsense

no one liked the food, not even the cook.

to become appeasing she’d spent a lot of money on random ingredients and shoved them inside of herself one year at a time, hoping to come up with the perfect blend of lovely and appealing.

there’s no nakedness like the kind that confirms you have no scent.

it would take a lumberjack to get through all her layers and even then he’d still be left hungry.