My limbs are now throbbing in redness.
I've got at least 12 bites.
And they have a vengence.
I can feel the blood pulsating under the patches of redness on my skin.
Taking it's own sweet time to pulsate, mind you.
And making me itch like no tommorrow.
I tell you those lousy, good for nothing, whimsy-thing-of-an-insect
have forgot their standing.
Mosquitoes never bite me. NEVER!
They'd bite anyone else in my family except me.
But they seem to have forgot that.
Ingrats.
Well I hope they die from my blood,
and this will be a warning to all their fellow girlfriends.
ugh.
I've got at least 12 bites.
And they have a vengence.
I can feel the blood pulsating under the patches of redness on my skin.
Taking it's own sweet time to pulsate, mind you.
And making me itch like no tommorrow.
I tell you those lousy, good for nothing, whimsy-thing-of-an-insect
have forgot their standing.
Mosquitoes never bite me. NEVER!
They'd bite anyone else in my family except me.
But they seem to have forgot that.
Ingrats.
Well I hope they die from my blood,
and this will be a warning to all their fellow girlfriends.
ugh.
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