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After returning to work from lunch today, I smelled an unpleasant scent emitting from my person. It smelled like dog. I sniffed my hands, my elbows, my shirt, my pants, no luck. And then the thought struck, it smells like shit. And so it was.
Right there, on the bottom of my shoe. I’m pretty sure I mean that literally and figuratively.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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