Sweet Death: A Novel
Told with dazzling narrative brilliance and the haunting power of an impassioned soliloquy, an astonishing parable of a woman's obsession of sweets and delicacies is seen. A novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor and passion not easily forgotten.
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The arms welded to the breasts, and the breasts to each other. The fingers
indistinguishable in the shapeless mass of my swollen hands. To hang on until I
overflow myself. At the moment, I don't horrify myself enough, not yet. But I'm
The puny little buttons of their withered breasts would stick up under tiny triangles
of satiny material purchased at enormous expense from a fashionable shop on
Rue Saint-Honor^. They'd strike seductive poses on a close-cropped lawn as ...
... which is exactly chest-high for me. Blouse unbuttoned to reveal my bare
breasts, I heft them up vigorously, taking inspiration from the firm grips depicted in
scenes of Flemish merrymaking. My breasts have the compact and 96 Sweet
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