There is always a door somewhere, leading elsewhere.

Walking into a restaurant, witnessing the fancily set tables and the bar counter filled with its many bottled trophies. Everything looks fine and uppity. But then there's that door. A door to the storage room, kitchen. Most often you wouldn't notice it. In fact, nobody really pays attention to it. The important must be what you see right here right now, right? Who cares if the door veils another world, messy and unsanitary. Well some people might, but that's another story to tell for another time. But for most folks, they don't dare to take a peek inside. With good reasons. They are afraid of what they might unleash. And it just might be real difficult to navigate among the muddle. So they lock it away, labeling it as "Personnel Only". And the dumping and trashing of the unwanted, easy, breezy, stinky. Worry not, for there is Febreezy. The only problem? Space is limited. And what goes around comes back around. Garbage thus, does not vanish, but overflows. Air, thinning, repugnant. Soon, the smell of rotten socks would blemish the pageant front. At that point, air freshener would be but a foolish attempt. What then? Go figure.

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