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Good Boy

The man on the news said that he found the dead girl near my street. Said that he remembers the smell of marlboro blacks, pine needles and fresh cut grass, his mind didn't let him register the stench of death until later.

How does the smell of a specific cigarette register over the smell of death? To be fair, he looked like the man who would distinguish between different cigarettes. Yellow stained beard and all.

I smell the same fresh cut grass and pine outside of the sliding door I stand in to smoke the cigarette in my hand.

It's a shame. I wouldn't have been caught if my dog had just eaten the strange meat. He ran away this morning barking at the top of his lungs, ratting me out to the whole neighborhood.

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