“I’m sorry, did you just call your owl Herpes?”
“Of course I did. That’s his name.”
“Um. Why, dare I ask?”
“Because that’s what my mother decided to name him, in memory of Malaria and West.”
“West…?”
“…Nile Virus.”
“You are sick, woman. Sick.”
Pictures of things seen everyday. Also, snippets of things read.
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