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Cat had the keys to her friend April’s apartment. I forced her to take me there. And she agreed. Cat must be pretty close to April. I saw a small picture frame with flowers all around jaded on its edges of them together in her apartment, hanging on the wall in between the cupboards and above the television with many others with it too. Her apartment reeked of girlish perfume all over, like a whole bottle of flowers and candies has been split over the white rug in the living room a few days ago and the cologne is still lingering in the midst of the room. It was still strong enough to fill the nostrils on a single sniff, I could even taste it in my mouth. The room smelled like childhood.
“she like perfumes and beautiful smelling things, don’t mind the fragrance.”
“don’t mind…? It’s al
