Dragons can be beaten [141]

Greetings from Cambridge...

New years eve was a hotbox of sweat and hormones. An incubator for the viruses lying in wait for a dip in our immune systems. The catalyst was the house party host. Pained sweating. A walking ache, breathing in and out who knows what. “Take a sip of this” he slurred. I reach for the glass without thinking. Only when it touched my mouth does my immune sy…

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