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There is a mangled plastic bag on my block filled with some mysterious brown-red mass. It is so alarmingly noisome I could barf. I assume the contents are a combonation of Mexican baby vomit, Grandma's heirloom tampons, Aunt Helga's orange diarrhea, a squirrel corpse squirted with Homeless person's semen, and a 15 month old tenderloin steak.
There even might be room for a preteen's vaginal discharge.
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