The dictionary will run out of words to describe her. Mainly because all words that would hit any description of her is not invented nor discovered yet.

She is in her midlife crises.
Uterus is about to expire.

Her patience is dying.
Her physiognomy deteriorating.

Her attitude is oftentimes bothering.
And her work ethics sucks.

Her fashion is an eyesore.
Her make up, vintage.

Her voice is that of an infant.
And her leadership will cause death to a warring platoon.

She knows nothing about right or wrong.
She is a confidant of rumormongers.

She is an enemy to sane.
Insanity is her best friend.

She tends to act virginal.
Nevertheless, she sometimes looks like a courtesan.

Meet Emily Rose.

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