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Scent of death

The biscuits in the urinals, dissolve right on queue melting at the proffered reward, of urine, passing through Smells and pungent scents, assailing nostrils and hairs into the fetid stall I'm go, as a teenage type of dare Awaking in the hospital, in olfactory disrepair public are the restrooms, people wreck without a care
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TemporalFugue
64 / M
Published
Sep 29, 2016
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Ever been in one of those? :(

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#humor#bathroom#public#omg
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