It was horrible, to do that job.
The sour, smelly smoke, filled my lungs.
I felt like ailing, I felt like barfing.
I ran out of the room.
The horrible chore, no one wants to do.
The horrible chore, no one hopes to do.
The horrible chore, no one willing to do.
The horrible chore, washing the toilet.
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