you smell. It could just be the air or something in the room, I guess. Honestly, a blanket of stank happens to be hovering in and around your vicinity. I can't believe how long it's managed to hang in the air. You know that plastic bag from American Beauty? How it dances around in the wind? The odor is a lot like that, circulating between higher and lower pressure systems between your face and feet. I wonder if it's me. I vaguely remember putting on deodorant this morning, but that could have been a dream I had between snoozes. One of those dreams you get about morning rituals you could complete if only you were capable of pushing your body weight off the cozy mattress. Still, my intuition tells me you might have crapped your pants or stepped in dog shit. But don't take my word for it.
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