“Mmm, you smell amazing,” Diane said. Then: “Oh! I think…Oh, I just figured something out.” “What?” Paul said, bracing himself. “You always smell the same,” said Diane. “You smelled the same last night when I first saw you as you do now.” The waitress approached, smiling the smile of liberal tolerance, and showed them to a booth, where they sat across from each other holding hands. “Really? I smell the same?” Paul said, nodding his desire for coffee to the waitress. “Don’t I smell somewhat less like smoke and beer after that shower?” “No,” said Diane. “I mean you smell like a girl all the
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