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Star
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Slowly and methodically Uncle Howard buttoned the back of the dress as my body laid slumped against his shoulder. My forehead was pressed against him and his scent was filling my nostrils. That awful, overpowering scent that had always made me feel sick to my stomach.
Tonight, for some reason, his scent seemed so much stronger. And not just stronger, it seemed to be worse somehow. He smelled even more rotten, like something in his was spoiling by the second. There were the same old smells that there always were, but now there seemed to be an undertone to his scent. Something that was far worse than the rest of his odors combined. It had a sulfurous smell, something that made me think of a match being lit only much stronger.
