Bitter Fuel -...

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Acid creeps up his throat and he swallows against the sting. Stepping into the public bathroom, Rick  approaches the body slowly, respectfully. The man hangs before him, swinging idly, the creak of rope  against metal a mourning song as the ship sways with tidal movement. Salty air swirls into the cramped  space, stirring the putrid stench of dying flesh, the increasing reek tickling Rick's nose. He sneezes  suddenly, eyes squeezing tight and he welcomes the fleeting distraction. He'd been staring, trapped by  hollow eyes and a tightness centered just above his gut. It isn't until he moves to cover his nose--an itch  at the back of his throat threatening a repeat attack--that he notices the pinpricks of pain across the palms  of his hands. He flexes his fist loose and sighs quietly.  Refocusing on the task at hand, Rick pulls a box-cutter--borrowed from the nearest utility closet--from his  pocket and approaches the corpse. Removal must be snappy, the Captain's tactfully phrased 
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This note was uploaded on 08/07/2010 for the course ETH 102 taught by Professor Johnson during the Spring '10 term at A.T. Still University.

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