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"A Tale of Rubbish" by bouncyhanyou
I trudge up the hill towards the rubbish dump; there is a crisp chill in the predawn air, but it will dissipate in the next few hours. Because of the early hour, there are only a few people already here. I choose an undisturbed spot in the dump, and begin to slowly, repetitively sift through the junk Neopia deemed not good enough for even the regular garbage. Eventually, my sense of smell will grow accustomed enough to the stench that I won’t even notice it, but here at the beginning, the nauseating scent of decomposing organic matter—not to mention the literal piles of dung plopped about—forces me to breathe through my mouth, tamp down my gag reflex.
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