There is a single fly darting around my house landing in peculiar places: the ivy, the entryway rug, the photo wall.
As I was stalking it, swatter in hand, trying find the perfect moment to strike, I swear I heard my dead mother whisper in my ear, "If a fly can get in here undetected, COVID-19 won't have any problem slipping in."
I guess they don't have the six feet rule on the astral plane.
As I was stalking it, swatter in hand, trying find the perfect moment to strike, I swear I heard my dead mother whisper in my ear, "If a fly can get in here undetected, COVID-19 won't have any problem slipping in."
I guess they don't have the six feet rule on the astral plane.
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