Rec | THE STORY OF A MOSQUITO

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It’s April and there’s a mosquito in my room. The mosquito asked me how I was doing. I waved my hand. Hopefully, that wasn’t rude.

@stefaniegordin

Apr 8, 2024

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When i was 6 i got bit by a spider and thought it was over for me

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