

A Fucking Mosc in My RoomStepping on me, flying around me, buzzing near my ears, the mosc in my room won't leave me alone. The ugly little insect, which I would compare to a filthy black bag of soft, easily teared skin with the nastiest microscopic hairs emerging from itself and a pair of light-speed flapping, transparent wings, has been bothering me since I moved into this room of mine. Ignorant of her daily activities, I come in the afternoon hoping nothing else than not having an encounter with my small enemy. When the night comes, he, she, or whatever, comes out of nowhere and, as the night before, starts making my room-life a nightmare. A fucking nightmare. It sA Fucking Mosc in My Room
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