The battlefield after the latest skirmish, the dead mixed in with the dying. It's a brutal, long-running conflict. I'll think they’re gone, sometimes seasons come and go. Then, I’ll be puttering around, minding my business, and there will be a swarm out of nowhere, infiltrating the basement windows. I’ve tried everything, but they keep coming back, terminator-like.
I’ve won, for now. But you just know they're regrouping.
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