At first the sweater smelled like cat piss, but since he'd just rode home in the muddy rain he wasn't sure what'd caused the stink.
posted by Sam Bett at 5:04 PM
Thursday, October 06, 2005
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His socks, the first fresh pair he's had in three years, and they're muddied beyond wash: if only crying would help, or buying a new pair, but none of them would.
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