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My doctor just called me back about my toxicology tests from earlier this month and is concerned that I might be hosting a species of parasitic mold.
Despite agreeing with her I was slightly offended since I’m not a parasite but one of many fungal replicas of the original host whose spore coated body is still providing sustenance to us.
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I used to wonder what my cat saw when it stared at nothing.
Last night I saw what that nothing really was and I don’t think I can ever sleep again.
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My grandmother told me never to open the old steamer trunk she kept in her closet.
After she passed away my curiosity caused me to open the trunk, and inside was a desiccated mummified corpse that DNA tests later proved was my actual grandmother.
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My sister was a stunning beauty so great that she enthralled many by her mere presence.
I can still remember the day she disappeared, and the hundreds of finned hands as they dragged her towards the hole in the cliff-face that led to the sea.
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I have felt unusually lethargic for the past three weeks and it’s gotten to the point I can’t get out of bed.
It’s a good thing I met my new girlfriend four weeks ago because she is extremely attentive in making sure I eat every meal she cooks.
