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Apr. 13th, 2019 10:14 amSmall creatures have been feasting on my flesh. No, not the cats, who are generally polite about that sort of thing and would not feast on me unless I smeared my body with ice cream, at which point all bets would be off, but invisible beasties who leave red, itchy lumps on me. Started with my wrist, and now my belly itches so much that last night I had to put the light on to check if I had shingles.
Pestilent creatures. I think I need Beast back in the bed (he's been sleeping in another room as between us we are coughing fit to wake the dead, and we both need sleep) as he is usually tastier than I am. She said, ruthlessly prepared to sacrifice the flesh of her beloved.
Pestilent creatures. I think I need Beast back in the bed (he's been sleeping in another room as between us we are coughing fit to wake the dead, and we both need sleep) as he is usually tastier than I am. She said, ruthlessly prepared to sacrifice the flesh of her beloved.