Ulva Lactuca

She looked loathingly at the spoon. It was a metal spoon, dark, with a small engraving on its handle – a sharp taste. “Open your mouth, slowly, eaaaasy, like a little birdie in its nest,” he said, bringing the spoon to her mouth. He hated spoons; they had seemed despicable little things since he was...

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Bibliographic Details
Main Authors: Cristina Peri Rossi, Meg Berkobien
Format: Article
Language:English
Published: University of Zadar 2015-12-01
Series:[sic]
Online Access:http://www.sic-journal.org/ArticleView.aspx?aid=366

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