Dead things. I spent one summer during high school in Georgia working on a garbage truck. There were lots of less than pleasant smells that summer including about 50 lbs of shrimp that had been rotting in Georgia sun for most of the week. We had to go empty the truck early after that one. But the worst was emotional as well as the smell. One of my friends had been missing for a week. His step brother and I went to his apartment, climbed up on the second floor balcony and went in through the patio door. He was dead in the middle of the living room floor. Been there for several days. Black, swollen, laying in a puddle of bodily fluids. The smell was awful. That was almost 20 years ago, and I still have a vivid picture of both the sight and smell in my mind.
Save a life. Adopt a greyhound.
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