342 - Ahh, Sprong

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It is April and the trash is in bloom. Used napkins sprout joyously from every tree and bush. Shredded paper sprouts from the freshly wetted solid waste - it shifts and sways in the garbage-scented winds.

You stop to smell a plastic bottle-flower. It smells simply awful; the perfect combination of half-fermented sugar and pre-teen backwash.

Love is in the air, and it reeks of spunk.