“What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
  Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!