Danielle

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When I enter, I can’t help but inhale deeply. His room smells like him. His scent hasn’t changed in all the years I’ve known him. The smell is a combination of an understanding boyfriend, clean cotton, and a bar of soap. It’s fucking amazing, and I’m in his personal space alone, so I inhale more of it than I should. What can I say? I’m greedy like that.
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