The Wages of Machismo…

Fingers…swollen…like…sausages. No…skin…on…fingertips. Typing…with…my…nose…

Even using a mouse hurts. Air molecules hurt. But my back’s in good shape. I doubt M can say the same; it’s after six in the morning and I haven’t detected his presence, nor do I expect to soon.

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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