Neither a foul nor friendly smell, but odd, Unfamiliar, both intriguing and heightening her anxiety that perhaps this was something she created. The rotting oranges in the bottom of the fruit basket, the mildewed towels scattered on the floor? The rusty pipes, or the neglected cat’s litter box, The weight of accumulating waste, its lingering …
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