Just the other day, I was casually reading the label on the one remaining carton of Liberte Lemon Mediterranee when I felt an prickly aura settling around my head (you know,
that indescribable sensation of knowing someone is staring at you.
I hurried back to my hole, and, rage giving place to despair, sought for the potion that was to procure abortion, and swallowed it, with a wish that it might destroy me, at the same time that it stopped the
sensations of new - born life, which I felt with
indescribable emotion.