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worms don't smell very good Last night I was out at arguably the worst place in the state, a terrible concrete sprawl of strip, nothing but cars rushing by and parking lots and terrible generic stores in buildings they don't deserve. Rain had been predicted all day - 90% chance, all day long, every hour - but the rain didn't come until the early evening, first a few splatters and then heavier and heavier. And out where I was, that waste of concrete and pollution, it was heavenly. It smelled like tulips. You've never smelled fresher air. It rained all night and into the morning. This morning I walked to work in a raincoat with an umbrella. I walked through the tree-covered neighborhood to the state's official arboretum, where it smelled like worm meat. Worms, worms, nothing but worms.
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