The goddamned not-quite-a-mosquito-but-definitely-something-in-that-genus that keeps relentlessly landing on me everywhere and biting me to shreds!
Bastard just got me good at least 4 times.
My relaxing tea interlude is definitely over now. I'm on the warpath; this bug must die.
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Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. -Rabindranath Tagore
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