Dear Stinkbug

December 6, 2011
Dear Stinkbug,
I feel like we are married.
We fight, you stink, I tear off one of your little legs, but in the end you fly away with one last little victory.
Or at least that's what you think.
In a few days, I will find your body on my floor like always.
It was fate that brought us together, but even fate couldn't save you from your own smell.

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