The smell hit before I even reached my apartment door.
Someone had shoved a bag into the trash chute and it got stuck halfway down.
By evening, every floor above it knew.
I opened the chute room just enough to see the plastic bag wedged inside, stretched tight like it had given up.
A neighbor came in behind me with another trash bag, saw the jam, and slowly backed out.
I called the office and left a message because the hallway was already starting to smell warm and sour.
The next morning, the same bag was still there.
People had started leaving trash on the floor beside it.
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