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July 11, 2011
I had just arrived at work after a day involving some sweating and smoking funny things. I should have smelled of anything but clean. We were working side by side in an environment heavy with an overshadowing odorous grease. The close proximity was unprecedented. You say “mmm, you smell like soap.” My heart escapes my chest, rising to the heavens like a balloon released for the departed. “Is it Dove?” “Caress.” Of all the soaps, I have to be using the provocative one that instantly sends my mind reeling with thoughts of us and how happy I could make you.