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'Boil together a solution of one pint of arsenic and eighth of a pint of quicklime. Go to a baths or a hot room and smear medicine over the area to be depilated. When the skin feels hot, wash quickly with hot water so the flesh doesn’t come off.’ ☠️
'Boil together a solution of one pint of arsenic and eighth of a pint of quicklime. Go to a baths or a hot room and smear medicine over the area to be depilated. When the skin feels hot, wash quickly with hot water so the flesh doesn’t come off.’ ☠️
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By Joanna Mary Boyce
Boyce depicted model Lizzie Ridley as the ill-fated Anglo-Saxon Queen Aelfgifu (Elgiva).
Her marriage to the King annulled against her will, they branded her face and exiled her to Ireland.
By Joanna Mary Boyce
Boyce depicted model Lizzie Ridley as the ill-fated Anglo-Saxon Queen Aelfgifu (Elgiva).
Her marriage to the King annulled against her will, they branded her face and exiled her to Ireland.
(n.)
1. A sweet dish made with beaten eggs, milk, sugar, & flavorings
2. Empty compliments
3. Nonsense
Used in a sentence:
“Feeding flummery to the fulgurous faun failed to flatter, as the fulsome fainéant feigned fullness.”
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(n.)
1. A sweet dish made with beaten eggs, milk, sugar, & flavorings
2. Empty compliments
3. Nonsense
Used in a sentence:
“Feeding flummery to the fulgurous faun failed to flatter, as the fulsome fainéant feigned fullness.”
Get my new book:
amzn.to/3R05mfJ
In stores Nov 7
"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies."
-Neil Gaiman, American Gods
"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies."
-Neil Gaiman, American Gods