Sean's apartment stinks, and not just the heavy must that seems to pervade all apartment buildings in Oregon but really stinks. The first thing you notice when walking in the door is the acrid tang of dirty dishes and decomposing pasta, his garbage can is overflowing with paper plates and half open packages of ramen. All food prepared in the rancid sanctum of his abode seems tainted with the overpowering taste of rot and filth that resides in clouds above his sink, puffing in plumes to the beat of a dripping faucet. So whenever secular influence creeps into my life I simply walk two blocks down the street and experience hell first hand, and suddenly i'm a believer again.
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Yikes!
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