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The smell of him mixed with creosote, exhaust— 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.
22-25, M
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