I know all you quidnuncs are anxious and I am eager to please. Warm. Open.
Last night was a hot one. I thought I was sweating. My skin all wet and slippery.
Only this morning did I find out it was blood.
The question is - whose blood? I only have one wound and it is in my head. Safely stowed within my skull. This will take all of my thinking power to suss out.
Leftovers for lunch.
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