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I swallow everything. Sometimes their cries put me in a strange nervous state,
during which I chew furiously on anything at all, just to rediscover the sound of my
own mouth. Living like this, surrounded by the disgusting secrets of others, ...
Like biting down on a gritty clump of yeast in a poorly cooked apple turnover.
Better stop writing. Anyway, I've got plenty of cookies left. Still on the train. Back
from the toilet. Unbearable nausea is putting me ofl' my feed. I can't swallow
I can't swallow anything more. Waves of vomiting. My trips back and forth to the
end of the car seem to intrigue the first-class passengers. I've got the staggers.
The rocking of the train is too much for me. Despite the width of the center aisle, ...
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Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review