Diagnosis: Love
"Nice. Well, anyway, that night I'd finally gotten to sleep-I'd stripped down to the skin because it was so stinking hot, and I was sleeping on top of the covers. Sleeping is a generous term for what I was doing, because I was actually just barely dozing. I'd had my eyes closed for maybe half an hour when I felt something on my hand."
"Oh, my God." Jenny's eyes went wide.
"Yeah, my reaction exactly," I agreed. "I wake up, and I immediately think it's a palmetto bug, because those suckers are bold. They come right up and crawl on me, and when they see me, they don't run away like regular roaches. No, these things charge me, like some kind of New York City thug hopped up on meth." I shuddered
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