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billeylerSitting here around midnight, long after our houseguests and Danny have shuffled off to bed, I'm catching up on news around the world.
There's a very tiny beetle that's gravitated to me. It flies. I've brushed it off, but it comes back. I've encountered it before; it leaves a scent after it.
The scent smells exactly like the inside of an unused, freshly unwrapped Band-Aid.
What's that all about?
There's a very tiny beetle that's gravitated to me. It flies. I've brushed it off, but it comes back. I've encountered it before; it leaves a scent after it.
The scent smells exactly like the inside of an unused, freshly unwrapped Band-Aid.
What's that all about?
