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Infect Your Friends and Loved Ones

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Richmond Virginia Zine, formatted using Boomaga

started the contagion. Even if we came out of hiding, there’s no bribe large enough to get us estrogen. Keith is doing curls with the bucket of feed, making the veins in his forearm pop like creeping vines. | wait for him to finish, but now the game is to show that his strength can outlast my patience. | gesture to the sows. “You want to feed the pigs yourself? Go right ahead.” He hands the bucket back to me. “Nah, | like seeing you prance and scurry away from them.” Feeding the pigs means getting in the pen and scattering the grain before one of the freakish monsters knocks me over and…

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