My three days at a motel as a human biohazard

For three days in June, I was a danger to all mammals. I hid out in a dingy motel room, like a 1930s desperado on the lam from the law. Outside my window was an actual dump. I slept across the foot of the bed, far from the wall, in case someone slept on the other side, vulnerable to my menace. I sp...

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