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| The suspect of the olfactory assault resides in the group above |
Now, I clean and scrub and thoroughly dry all my materials before I use them but despite my best efforts there is invariably a sneaky little snail shell that slips under the radar. The result is a pungent fish-like smell which permeates my workshop. It is a smell that refuses to fade, growing stronger each day until I finally relent and am forced to sniff each and every shell in order to find the offender. This is my task today and I am not looking forward to it one bit...
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