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stock room
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The sour sweet smell of garbage behind the scenes sickens and delights me all the same. its a given; a comfort. its a smell; a wretch. the sickly hot air engulfs; it churns your stomach-- it numbs your senses. Moldy waste and ruins greet me in the summer afternoons. friendly decomposition.
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