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Alright Listen up I never kill insects, including mosquitoes. I could see one of those lil fuckers on my leg and I’d gently shoo them away. There was this one mosquito in my house that would never leave, even after I tried to lead it to a window. So we lived in a sort of strange harmony. Mosquito and man. George and Thomas. Sherlock And Wolverine. But one day One fucking day I went to a bakery and bought a chicken puff. (For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s the most brilliantly