Bitten by Necessity
Damn bugs,” I muttered, flicking my hand. The mosquito didn’t care. It landed on my forearm, a tiny black speck against my skin, and before I could crush it, a....
Damn bugs,” I muttered, flicking my hand. The mosquito didn’t care. It landed on my forearm, a tiny black speck against my skin, and before I could crush it, a sharp prick shot through me. I flinched, slapping at the spot, but the thing was already gone, zipping into the night
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