Find a writer that passionately hates something like Cora Beckett hates the callery/bradford pear tree (and honestly as someone who lives around the corner from a bunch of them: yeah, fair).
A melting pot of minerals, alkaline enzymes, a bloody saliva salty after eating eggs florentine. The Callery Pear tree smells like cum.
DYING FOR LIGHT by Cora Beckett ↓