Inevitably, there's some symbolism implied when a woman spills food on herself-head down, eyes averted, shoulders squeezed and high- then resorts to swooning around like a slug impaired by salt. You'd think then instead she'd involve a nice dose of lurid confessionalism, some newfound honesty, a running-around-naked-in-daylight reinvention of self. Right?
Well, turn this car around! Someone left the personal catharsis at home! Just look at the mess she's made.
Unseen roars, sighs and echoes slipping in with every pause. Disorientation abounds. Drunken choruses seem about right. I hope you remember where you live- PIG!

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