"For a moment, I was swayed. I could almost smell the scent of him, coming from the closets and the dressers and the bedclothes. There was something so easy about it, so familiar- and the world I had moved myself into was foreign at every turn. Stopping at the end of the day to see something I recognised, someone I had loved, would put my business with the world back into the place it was supposed to be: my work rather than my life."
Last day people. Eat! Gotta pack again. Chao. Happy August in advanced, in case tomorrow doesn't come (:
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