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She pretended that Christmas was cheerful and that everything was fun.
she knew that if she could lean in and smell his neck, the scent would be pungent and male. Aftershave, Beth thought, was one of the most important scents in any girl’s world. It was the smell of fathers, or uncles, or teachers, or priests, or husbands.
sometimes aftershave was the smell of a man who wasn’t, and would never be, yours.
