By the time we’d run through every nightmare scenario — parasite, mutant mold, some kind of rotting animal part — the bathroom felt like a crime scene. My girlfriend kept asking if it was dangerous, if we should call someone, if it meant something was horribly wrong with the apartment. I tried to sound calm, but my skin was crawling every time I looked at it.
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