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Eulogy


Leave it to me to go for a run tonight in brisk sixty degree weather and get bitten - thrice - by what may very well be the last surviving mosquito of the summer. Not only is she a resilient gal, but apparently a picky eater too; most of me remained unscathed while she somehow burrowed into my sock and left three wee nibbles that form an isosceles right below my ankle.

I hope I was an adequate last meal for you, ya little sucker. I daresay it's unlikely you'll make it through the night.

Let us rejoice, for the season of unreasonably large gourds is upon us!

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