He sniffed and rubbed his nose. It was sore from constant rubbing. This damp place always made him sick.
He had been digging 48 holes in the ground for 2 days with barely any rest. If only he had some help. But that would take away the pleasure.
He picked up the package and sniffed again but nothing. He kicked the bucket in anger. The bucket fell in to the hole. He bent to pick it up when the package slipped and fell. The package started to wail.
‘Damn! I thought I killed it. I can’t even smell it’s innocence anymore, like I did when I picked it up from the new born section at the hospital.’
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