The mosquitoes have returned for yet another summer's glory of feeding off of the A positive blood running through my veins at a questionable pace. Until yesterday, this year seemed to be a turning point. Even though a few mosquitoes thought my body to be a most nutritious snack to feed on in the recent weeks, contrary to my body's reactions to bites all my life, I hadn't so much as swollen a centimeter beyond my usual shape. "Maybe this is the year that it all changes," thought I. So much else has. Peanuts. Red wine. Why not blood suckers, too?
Alas, alack, it was not to be.
And here I am with those horrible red welts again.
But it isn't nearly as irritating as it has been in the past. This, I can handle.
My bottle of muhi is staying in my bag.
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