18+!!Last night I walked the dog. It was so hot and overcast and weird outside. It’s been like this for days, like a Juan Rulfo story. It has to rain soon, I thought to myself. Something has to give, to break. I frowned. I halted the dog and leaned closer to her mane. Yep, there were two flies fucking. Stuck in her hair, two flies fucking, their bodies locked together. I flicked the two of them away with my middle finger, catapulting them into the grass. I’m sure they didn’t notice. Later, in bed, I felt something walking across the top of my left hand. A tick! I’d never seen a tick in real life before, but this was definitely one, zoomed way out, looking a lot less horrific than the micron photos I’d seen. Just what I need, more chronic fatigue. I couldn’t seem to pinch the tiny burrowing bloodsucker to death, so I stood up and went to the bathroom and rinsed him down the sink. Later, back in bed again, I cried out (“OW?”) as I experienced ripping abdominal pain. I thought about what…
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