The mosquito dashes around the scattered people. It spots its prey and dives in. It feasts, it enjoys the delicious one. It sucks the blood savagely then departs faster than a blink of the eye. Sometimes its prey is viscious and catches it before it can leave. It is smacked, it is squashed, it is killed before it can bite. It received what was coming to him- The drinking mosquito.Birth sign: Not entered
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