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| Especially my sweaty legs and arms were very attractive to the mosquitoes, and I had a feeling that I could do nothing but smashing those blood-thirsty creatures. Though I knew that for every mosquito I killed, there were ten more waiting in line for a drop of blood. My blood! |
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