This is Part 7 of Breakfast For Mom
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Hit with the smell of urine I hold my breath, it continuously persists. And it's days before I find the source and put an end to it.
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Checking the couches I examine the room, a small voice interrupts my pursuit.
"Check the roses"
"No they're still new"
It gotta be something in this room.
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