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Day 1,098

The stench of rotting meat's been hanging around the estate for longer than usual, especially given the post-football outcome of last week's Big Game. It  usually takes two to three days for the lads to go around and clean up their mess, mop up whatever they spilled and carefully dispose of any remains.

They're good lads, a little bloodthirsty at times, but generally good. Not one of them has even so much as mentioned cleaning up, they aren't even acknowledging that there's any kind of smell at all, let alone one that their booze-fuelled blackouts might have caused.

It doesn't bode well I'll tell you that much.

Aggie down the road's been harping on about it all week, claiming that while it has nothing to do with her Gaz or her Jamie, it must be something Very Big. She keeps talking about sending our Charlie down to the woods to see if she can spot whatever it is (probably a deer, maybe an escaped bear again, but probably a deer) but nobody's brought it up to her as of yet.

Nobody wants to be responsible for a missing person but for all we know that stench could be every missing person unburied by all the rainfall we've been having.

Still, nobody wants to be the first out there.

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