Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corps — David Burr Gerrard, Short Century: A Novel
Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corps — David Burr Gerrard, Short Century: A Novel
Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corps — David Burr Gerrard, Short Century: A Novel
Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corps — David Burr Gerrard, Short Century: A Novel
Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corps — David Burr Gerrard, Short Century: A Novel
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Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corpse, you long for it when it’s not around. Or maybe it’s just me.

— David Burr Gerrard, Short Century: A Novel
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