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The whole condo is full of Doritos. It smells like a dentist's office, only without any pretense of dentistry. All assumptions aside, I plug my nose. Crunching under my feet, the cheese meadows spread the carpet's sprawl. Who'd live in this place? I compose myself, set my briefcase down, crunch through the living room. *Who knows?   This is ******* gross. Out of these condos   this one's the very worst.* A baby's cry   emanates through this urban pigsty.   I peer into a room and...baby toes? --   baby toes! -- peeking from mounds of crushed cheese!   Why do these crack heads keep having babies?
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
A Social Worker Stumbles Onto an Unexpected Scene During a Round of Home Visits
The whole condo is full of Doritos. It smells like a dentist's office, only without any pretense of dentistry. All assumptions aside, I plug my nose. Crunching under my feet, the cheese meadows spread the carpet's sprawl. Who'd live in this place? I compose myself, set my briefcase down, crunch through the living room. *Who knows?   This is ******* gross. Out of these condos   this one's the very worst.* A baby's cry   emanates through this urban pigsty.   I peer into a room and...baby toes? --   baby toes! -- peeking from mounds of crushed cheese!   Why do these crack heads keep having babies?
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
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