I don't know what to think sometimes the air at school carries the smell of a dogfood factory ten miles away at a town we are just a community down wind i went to church with my little cousin and was reminded of little kid feet stink that particular odor that almost has a flavor of no socks in sweaty slip-on shoes who am i to have a snobby nose or notice something so insignificant Rowan can smell now I know because of the coleslaw diapers the wrongness I don't gag or really mind I wanted her so much I don't feel I have the right to complain ever but the funky coleslaw sometimes she coughs and her eyes tear sorry, baby girl there are some things we just have to learn to live above and at least pretend not to smell
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