B.O.

Visitors are here from another land.

Dwelling now reeks of body odour.

Embedded in their clothing.

Feel like stripping them naked, spraying down with a garden hose, burning their clothing, shaving all hair off their bodies, applying potions to declog their pores, administering copious amounts of deodrant/perfume, and putting on brand new clothes.

Sort of what they do to new prisoners.

I guess, since thoughts are not deeds, I'll just light up a candle and breath through my mouth.

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