Stories from the Field: Dissociative Morbidity
“You know how spring usually smells like dog poo?” Yvonne called across the cubicle to her co-worker. “This year I think it smells more like chicken crap.” “You know chickens?” […]
“You know how spring usually smells like dog poo?” Yvonne called across the cubicle to her co-worker. “This year I think it smells more like chicken crap.” “You know chickens?” […]