Crickets chirped in the cool, quiet night as Earl sat on his porch. His hand cradled a warm cup of coffee which he occasionally sipped.
It would have been a comfortable evening, but the mosquitoes buzzing in his ears made annoying companions. His left hand slapped on a mosquito who was fortunate enough to escape his wrath.
Earl grumbled when he examined his empty palm. The buzzing around his ear continued.
“Is that you, Earl?” A man by the road called out and started to walk towards him.
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