It began with two strokes of good luck. The first was an adult, blood-fattened bedbug on the bedframe in room 306 at the end of her shift. The second was an equally blood-fattened adolescent in…
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It began with two strokes of good luck. The first was an adult, blood-fattened bedbug on the bedframe in room 306 at the end of her shift. The second was an equally blood-fattened adolescent in…