Filling days of recovery can be hard. I'd been past this derelict factory many times, always thinking to go beyond the Keep Out signs and have a look around. I figured the scrappers would have had any valuable metals so took the dog in for a recy. All night afterwards the place was in my head. I kept waking to find myself as if I'd been homeless and forced to stat there. Shit is all round the back and it doesn't look goglike. Asbestos warnings abound. Openings in the roof let pigeons in to roost.
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