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there is a bottle of perfume my mother wants to give me.

it smells like the edsa shang lobby. that’s not a bad thing; i’ve always thought that the edsa shang lobby smelled of perfume.

it also smells like memories– of too many nights with too little sleep, of too much coffee and energy drinks, of long talks, of friends, of… not-quite friends, of people who probably don’t remember us by now. most of all, of a man named jeffrey. they’re good memories, i think.

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Written by eeeek

December 18, 2011 at 10:16 pm

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