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Heat #7


"People smell." Doug wiped his sweating face in his tee and made his announcement like he'd just discovered it.
Everything smelled.
Dead sheep lying on the heathland, eyeless, thin and scrawny. A few days later, they'd be fat, like they'd done nothing but eat - but it was all gas. Lob a sharp rock at them, stand well back and watch them explode. God, that smelled.
Tarmac, wet and bubbling, a smell I liked - but so hot you had to wear shoes... so your feet stank.
"Drains," I said.
"Old people's houses," Doug said, "When nobody's seen 'em around for ages."

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