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Monday, November 30, 2009

My hand

Smells like cheap cologne. A friend called me and said he was in my area and wanted to have a cigarette. He showed up with another friend who I haven't seen in a while. I could immediately smell his dollar store fragrance. I didn't mind and conversed with both. After about 10 minutes they informed me that they were leaving. The person who was wearing the skunk, gave me a semi-hug. I didn't mind. I mean I haven't seen the guy in such a long time. When I returned home I began to sneeze. When I put my hand over my nose I smelled something that reminded me of a cheap nightclub. It was his cologne. I am Baliwala. I smell like I just came from a third world country. That is all.

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