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2011-01-01
i fought a rat


I sometimes wake up in the dead hours of morning. I go into the bathroom and wait for my yellowed vision to clear. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and wonder how I got blood on my teeth. Why does my mouth hurt? Why does my skin itch? What is that smell rising from the shower drain? I repaired my rifle today. I am almost out of duct tape. I will rise early in the morning, take my rifle to the abandoned factories at the edge of town, and hunt for food.


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