The path down which I walk to work every morning is designed to test every one of my fears. On this path I have encountered giant spiders in even bigger webs, rabid dogs, shady characters, darkness, and slugs eating dog poo. Spiky branches catch on my clothing as I tread lightly by, attempting to miss the slimy creatures lazing on the path in front of me. Not everyone is as careful as me, so the poor disgusting things are massacred over the pavement, their guts strewn about by stray shoes and fast peddling bicycles. It's a gruesome scene, really. And the smell... the smell is something awful. It's the smell of rot.
And please tell me HOW I manage to take 90 minutes to get to work, when at any other time of day it would only take 15?
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