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Great Shot, Kid ... That Was One In A Million
While running today, a tiny bug flew directly into my eye. When I opened my mouth to curse, three or four more went straight down my throat.
I don't want to sound conspiratorial but the whole thing felt like a set-up, like a miniature Rebel Alliance staging a coordinated assault on the Death Star of my head.Posted on November 09, 2004 to Favorite Posts, Storytelling