SWEET SCENT
A world of adults in a big storm, where children are dying. Should we stay calm or allow the madness? Like Kize said, I was a complete i***t about some things. I couldn't even tell from the smell of women's perfume I smelled in the evening that he was with another woman. Maybe there was more than one. But even though I knew now that he had been with other women, when I thought back to the days when we were together, I couldn't find any trace that he had done that. How was I supposed to know that he had been with someone else? Except for the smell of perfume, I guess that was obvious and I was stupid. I shook my head from side to side and put the washed plate on the counter, grabbed a new one and lathered it up. He had told me it wouldn't happen again and I had forgiven him. I was only b
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