I got new to me furniture on Saturday from my aunt. These items had been locked up in a house for a few years and no on lived there for the past year. Before that the old lady's grandson lived there in squalor for a year or so. The poor house was completely trashed and everything was stained from dog urine. The furniture seemed ok it wasn't really stained and seemed to only smell musty. Fast forward three days... I can't talk because the furniture must be carrying some type of plague. We vacuumed it, steam cleaned it, and sprayed it with every type of fabric freshener/deodorizer/germ killer on the market. It still smells. The furniture is now the bane of my existence. I want to burn it or throw it out of my second story apartment window.
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