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I can't get the god-damned stench out of my nose! It's got me paranoid. I keep thinking that with every breath I breathe through my nostrils he's behind me. He can't possibly get into my room, I think. But oh god... he knows my name. He knows my name and he can find out exactly where I am. And all because of that damned cheap cologne that he wears in buckets. And I can't escape it! I can't sleep because everytime I take a breathe I smell him. I didn't even touch the guy and the smell is permanently imprinted on my skin! It's that cheap stuff. Like you buy at the dollar store that smells like lemon juice and vodka. It makes me queasy.
Please God... tell me I've seen the last of him.
 Gethsemane · Mon Mar 20, 2006 @ 05:51am · 5 Comments |
