Clark Nova A REPORT

In the drying weather, the lining of his nose cracked and bled like the rotten septum of a raving coke addict. The dryness meant a painful pinching sensation every time he went to clear his head of the purulent build-up that had been manufacturing itself in his nose and throat and lungs as the last of a nasty winter cold mutated into the allergies of spring.

it would bleed again, but it was better to bleed than to choke like a drowning man in his own corrupted fluids.
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