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A different kind of dead thing

Something died in our basement recently. Something with a small, hard-to-find, but quite stinky body. The flies have found it, but we have not. I am grateful for the flies, though, because it proves that the stench of rot in our house isn't a collective hallucination. Also grateful for the landlord's wife for the same reason. Now if only we could resolve the issue in favor of stinklessness.

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