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#138

Speaking of bugs, I just smooshed one of those really tiny, small, nearly microscopic white bugs that don't seem to exist except when they're walking across the page of a book you're reading. They're almost impossible to detect -- you don't notice them by their color but by their movement. Where do these truly ridiculous bugs come from? How did they survive before they had book pages to walk across? I think they are actually human life forces encapsulated in little gunk particles. You smoosh one, and somewhere in the world, somebody dies. Somebody dies; somebody smooshed one. If we recognized this phenomenon, we could end all death in the world. So, whoever I just killed, I am truly sorry. My sincere condolences to your family.