Wolfblood
I wrinkled my nose, pulling open the washroom cabinet door to get some bleach.
Alex sniffed loudly and said, “It doesn’t smell any different than usual. Are you sure you’re not just smelling things?”
“No, it’s awful!” I replied.
“Cleaning so early in the morning?” Alex’s mom was at the door of our washroom, peeking in as I was pouring bleach into the toilet bowl and getting the cleaning brush out.
“Mom, what are you doing in here?” Alex asked.
“The door was open. Anyway, it’s not like I haven’t already seen what you two get up to.”
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