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Arapocolypse (Part VII)

May 4th, 2015
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  1. I get some stale beef jerky as a snack before I go to bed. The next day, my leg actually doesn't really hurt at all, but I can't help but shake the fact that I am damned to become a pathogenic MILF; that's a sentence I never thought I'd say. I don't know when it's going to happen, but I hope I don't live to see that day. The transformation varies when it happens, but it's usually months or even a year later with any more contact than a handshake, but I've head of people transforming when having sex with an infected MILF. Considering what me and Maddie did, I don't like my chances. I don't feel different, but you really don't know anything's happened until you start feeling ill and the changes begin. You don't even realize what's happening until your clothes are sizes too small and your hair is two inches longer; that takes about a half-hour after you start feeling sick.
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  3. Father jerry-rigged some nets and wants me to go fishing with him, and I suppose that could help me take my mind off things. We walked about a half-mile down by the river and set the nets. There isn't much this time of year and especially in this weather, but there should be something at least. We mostly sit around with occasional failed attempts at small talk, mostly because there isn't much to talk about; nothing I would talk about at least. We do catch a few fish, and while it wasn't really anything much to brag about, at the very least it will a good dinner.
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  5. I wonder if we can find some elk or something more substantial up here. Maybe we can go back to town and see if anything's there, but Lord knows what it must look like now with all the MILFs around; presumably quite pleasant, but that's beside the point. Neither of us really enjoy seafood, but you need all the protein you can get up here.
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  7. The fish is okay, but mostly tasteless. But clearly it isn't agreeing with me, because my stomach is killing me. I think Maddie might have something that will help this, she had that cream for my leg after all. I excuse myself, saying that it may be a while, and leave.
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