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with the bottoms of my heels exposed, i was bitten by a she-mosquito across the plain of my feet. the tiniest amount of blood removed from my body, discreetly and with a predernatural malintent.
on paper thin wings of gleaming membrane, the culprit bandited away her newly consumed meal; the feeling of itching slowly making its way up my nervous system and registering into my brain.
she was well far away the moment i realized the burning sensation beckoning for the scrape of my nail. a fact that i was reminded of in every following step.
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