The smell is foul. It is a stench. A repugnant odor. The air is thick with it, and I can barely stand. I don't want to know the source, because it could be too many things. It could be that wall, stained and sticky. Or that pile of rubbish, covered in flies. Or it could be that body, bloodied and bruised, decaying in the middle of the floor.
She held her nose and put on her gloves. Another lovely day at work.
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