You'd think after more than twenty years the incinerator might could ionize that odor out, or dilute the output in a mist of Febreze, or something. At least I'll always have these sickly sweet memories of mornings in Midtown Detroit.
You'd think after more than twenty years the incinerator might could ionize that odor out, or dilute the output in a mist of Febreze, or something. At least I'll always have these sickly sweet memories of mornings in Midtown Detroit.
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