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Down in the foetid depths

Along the wall was a row of skips, a foul slime dripped from their bases like santorum seeping from the crack of a well used catamite.

In the distance a shuffling figure appeared. Even here there was no safety, the zombies had found me again.

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Taken on March 14, 2012