Robbie hollers for Midge again but all of a sudden shes right there. That kind a stealth ass behavior doesnt bother us much. Midgets always been a sneaky bitch. Except this time me and Robbie are spooked. Midgets shiny. Midgets straight up glistening. For a sec I think shes done herself up in jewels but that isnt it. Its flies. Girls covered in a thousand flies. I cant move. Cant say nothing. Robbie cant move or say nothing either. The smart part of my brain tells me to run away from that buggy mess fast as my short ass legs can go but the crazy part wants to wipe all them bugs away, cuz Midge is my sister, man, shes my sister.

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Im freaking. Its like I dont want to see. Like I dont want to see nothing no more, not ever. Like I want to rip my eyeballs out so they have to give me a seeing eye dog with a special official vest and I can just pet it and never have to see nothing confusing or scary ever again. Focus, Jody. Look, little killer. You recognize that gunk. That sticky yellow gunk.

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Flypapers, man. Midge wrapped herself in flypapers. Thats all it is. Three strips was all she got from the bachelor den but shes a tiny thing and she did herself up like the mummies we learned about that live under the sphinx. Little sisters wrapped so tight theres black bug guts smeared all over her arms and neck and face and that grody sight about makes me gag.

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Worst part is how Midge is smiling. Shes happy as hell. These right here are her friends. Her best friends. Better than me, better than Dag. These are the friends she talks to special. Just look at her lips, shes whispering like theyre all her little serfs and shes their queen, a queen from a land like Middle Earth where a queen dresses up in the hides of her people, their dead bodies fueling her ass with their spirit and strength and whatnot, all a them extra legs and extra wings and extra eyes working overtime so nobody can get the drop on her. Whod be able to abuse a little ass girl when shes mighty queening like that? Right? Aint that right? Dang, man, just tell me thats right.

Fam

Fam

Situation in the crib is silent. Robbies covering his mouth tight. No mice are scurrying nowhere. Flypapers crackle like fire each time Midget breathes. I can feel it come. The itch. Its awful. Burns like I scratched myself everywhere. Heavy too like its scabbing over. The weight of all them scabs building and building like pressure. Pressing down hard. Like its gonna flatten our asses. Its us thats the flies, yo. You ever think a that? Like maybe the flies are us and all a us are gonna get swatted?

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