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I couldn't handle walkng into my living room and smelling dog. The "chair-that-was-formerly-known-as-awesome" has returned from whence it came, the outside world but not yet to its original dwelling, outside the dumpster. In the morning, I will muster the strength to move it out but I couldn't be bothered to do that in the middle of the night. I like being alive. I'm airing out the living room. I may have to take drastic measures tomorrow.