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If I occupy this room during the afternoon, as I do today in my stomach rumblings and fatigue, I fling back the mosquito net surrounding my bed—it obscures the small relief from the overhead fan, and mosquitoes have mostly retired til dark. I scratch violently at the bites peppering the backs of my thighs. Last night I mistakenly trapped one insect in my cocoon, and it feasted on me throughout th…