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Victorious

“There it is again.” I muttered to myself, frustrated as I washed my arm. Every morning for five or six days in the fall of 2003, I noticed rust-colored sticky stuff appearing on my left forearm and thigh. Finally, to my shock and horror, I discovered that the rust-colored sticky stuff was easily dripping from […]

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