Punctured
I slept with something nasty last night. (Please, no smutty comments.)
The only explanation that matches this morning's wounds is that a mozzie decided to spend the night dining out on me. I've a good dozen or so bites, on my legs, my arms, my torso and they itch like mad. It's going to be a long day.
Posted by pab at
07:41
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