I spritzed some of the stuff from the sunny orange bottle onto my palm and almost immediately its sweet refreshing smell filled the entire room. I breathed it in, a nice deep refreshing type of breathing in. It smelled so good, and oddly, a distant memory of a well-off childhood friend stepped into my mind. Much like the sudden smell of granma that you sometimes get while walking past the most unlikely places like the woodcutter next to the bakery.
Strange how memories can be dug up like that - by a smell.
Yea, rich people smell of serum.
Strange how memories can be dug up like that - by a smell.
Yea, rich people smell of serum.
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