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however much he scrubbed them the smell of pungent chemicals never left the Chinese crocs and he was fortunate in the sense that he did not need further measures or precautions for social distancing surely the men in Beijing knew a thing or two about the small virus when the epidemic was over his nostrils and septum were exhausted and it was not white powder which left a hole in his lonesome life as isolation took its toll and he had become to enjoy his own company and therefore he smelled a rat when encouraged to socialize once again mutations came to his aid new strands of micro-organisms appeared and he was desperate to fortify his own bubble of one on his own luckily smelly fuzzy socks came to his rescue with virulent stench as he sniffed at the fourth wave of infection and inhaled his freedom 30th June 2021

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