No bugs
The other day I was walking down the street and felt strange, creepy-crawly feeling on my chest, under my shirts.I casually directed my hand to go on a search and rescue mission to extract what I figured was a rogue Asian hair.
It was.
A short time later, it dawned on me that the very same sensation would have elicited a far different response from me a few short months ago.
There are no bugs here. None. I haven't seen a bug in months.
So I guess that's nice.
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