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It is Tuesday, and I resist reasoning with entropy today. I left that mosquito bite me because I didn’t want to put up a fight, and that bite I might not even scratch it: so tired I am. Come worms, enter my orifices; nature says that I shall be eaten if I don’t eat.

 
 

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