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March 15, 2017

The Polka Dotted Scarf

I remember opening up his big wooden wardrobe and burying my nose into his handkerchiefs. His clothes always had a pleasant, sweet, and mystical smell – not just his clothes, his closets, his bed; his entire room was infused with that intoxicating smell.

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Barbara

Barbara

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