This is the result exercise from an exercise proposed in the 90 days to your novel by Sarah Domet. It is a description of the insides of my handbag. Hopefully it won’t make you despair [anyways I’m unable to write the many many words other writers do]. Ah, I’ll update the original [in Spanish obv]. Inner torn Whenever I’m out, the handbag is a must. Regardless of my reticence to carry a wallet. Female wallets are too big to duck inside the jean’s back pocket. They’re awfully cute but unnecessarily bothersome and flamboyant for me to use. Feminism can be what it is, but it will never achieve shit so…