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The infestation has arrived. This magical experience happens once every 17 years in Chicago and various parts of the world, I suppose. They've taken over my house. Soon, their deafening mating calls will keep me from going outside. Then, when they die in two weeks after non-stop sex, they'll come again almost two decades from now and I can say, "Hello, old friend."
Oh, to have crazy sex and die in two weeks. Shakespeare would be proud.
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