I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.
I feel like I've been run over by a mine cart. And the donkey it was attached to.
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It's definitely a smell that you can taste, and the stink of rotting flesh and the acrid bite of putrefaction lingers up your nose and worms its way into the back of your throat.