Yesterday I bought pants and a blouse at the thrift store. I tried to wear them today but I was so distracted by the scent. I had to wash them because even though they were obviously clean they were not my soap smell. This reminded me of when I had to use a different scent for deodorant because the store was out of my regular flavor. I smelled like my Grandfather's Old Spice, and I was distracted all day. It made me insane.
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