Licensed activist Charlotte-Noa Tibbit is spiraling again. Grasping for a foothold. No easy task when home is an anti-black hellscape of animal-farmed female parts.
It's just that everything seems terrible now. Maybe it has always been like this, but now she's alone. And could probably use some trauma therapy after she deals with this medical thing.
But could she find some comfort on the receiving end of a controversial food security initiative - which may or may not be sanctioned by New Caricom's shadow government?
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