On Rotation: Fruit
On rotations—at the medical examiner. To die an unknown death and to be forgotten in a room for weeks must be hard to take in. But it was the sweetest death. He smelled like fruit. Of course, that fruit would have been rotting for a week or so. Others smell so terrible. Turpentine and old […]
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