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i smell something. it is on the sweet side of the odor spectrum, but it isn't the good sweet. it is the potent, overwhelming, nauseating sweet that often walks hand in hand with a decaying corpse. and as everyone knows, there's only one type of creature that collects ripening flesh sacks, and they live under bridges.
but i'm no scientist, i'm just a gardener with a keen sense of the weather.
inyrsubtext/flirting with yr linguistics.
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