Someone in my office is trying to kill me.
My would-be assassin keeps using the washroom, for presumably smelly purposes, and spraying lethal amounts of vile peach air freshner.
As if that weren't bad enough, this person closes the door, leaving the fan off, and making sure whoever uses the facilities next inhales masses of toxic fumes.
A simple but diabolical plan.
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