They lay piled one atop another. Each one shrouded in a white sheath. With no time for a proper burial each is tossed aside only for another to follow and then another and then another till the mountain grows in danger of toppling and a new mound begins. Some still ooze red, yellow, green. Yes this is our living room after the great plague to...
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And that doesn't count the tiny one who has the snot river running down his throat till he throws it up. Ugh.
- Steve C, Team Marina
My kingdom to breathe out of my nose!
- Steve C, Team Marina