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March 13, 2008
His jeans and underwear have been here since Monday. I know admitting this will instantly make me a dirty, disgusting creep, but I donít care. I smell them. They smell like him.

I wonít be clichť and tell you the smell is indescribable, but I will say, I canít describe it.
Sweet skin and smoke and sex.
Itís sort of something youíll never encounter.
Like Camel cigarettes.
Youíll never understand.
Like Old Spice deodorant.
I guess you had to be there.

My name is Chelsea and yes, I smelled your jeans and underwear while you were gone.
So, shoot me.