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Micah commented that the kitchen looked like wild animals had been living in there; the sink was overflowing with unwashed dishes with food scraps having long rotted away. Mold and mildew had long won their battle, and an ugly green fungus was thriving on most of the counters. The old summer kitchen, last used as a laundry room, was still heaped with soiled clothing, and the dryer was still crammed with a long-mildewed load of denim shirts and overalls. The refrigerator, still filled with food, had been unplugged allowing it's contents to putrefy in their original containers. Some of the dairy products seemed to have taken on lives of their own. Ugh! By now, remarkably, for the average human, there was little smell whatsoever.
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Ollie had evidently moved a double bed into what was probably once a comfortable downstairs den with a brick fireplace. Clothing was hung everywhere imaginable; soda cans littered the floor, empty meds containers, dirty dishes, and empty aluminum TV dinner packaging covered the top of a huge mahogany chest of drawers that had evidently served as Ollie's bedroom dresser. The bedding, which had become discolored long ago, was still in disarray on the bed in which Ollie had died; to me, the stench was atrocious, but both Micah and Hank again seemed to be amazed at how odor-free it appeared to be. All noses are definitely not created equal!
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