Chapter 17 review a poem about mrs clark

Raising children, "It's like training a new employee," Mrs. Clark said: "To replace your boring old job." Mrs. Clark is on stage, arms folded in front of her. One hand holds the other elbow to support another woman who is braver and has a straighter back Only big boobs will be chosen. This boob, now reminds her all the time Every mistake she thought would save her. Her eyelids are tattooed orange, it seems popular twenty years ago. Her lips were molded into silicone cups. Then it was tattooed in a pink that no one remembers now. Her clothes with Mrs. Clark's hairstyle

Just like she was scared out of her wits back then, never dared to What it looks like when you try something new again. On stage, there is no spotlight, only a video: Home Movie: A little girl wears a hat Paper hats at parties with a line The elastic goes under her chin. Blowing five candles on birthday cake. "Before you were expelled," said Mrs. Clarke: "The newcomer you trained, tell her..." Don't touch it, it's hot! Don't rest your feet on the sofa! Also - NEVER buy anything with nylon zippers. Every time you lecture, you are forced to re-examine

every choice you make Look at your entire life, lesson after lesson. And after all these years, you realize How little is available, How limited your life and education are. What a lack of courage and curiosity you have. Not to mention your expectations. Mrs Clark on stage, she sighs, boobs puffed up like a soufflé Also like bread, then falls, settles, stays still. She said maybe the best advice is you There is no way to tell her: Keep yourself the center of the world, Maintain your own utmost authority in all matters. Be your own expert on all matters, indeed reliable, omniscient.

always, every time of the month, always Use a condom.