blame self
currency! Since I latsch by our small, dying downtown and think to myself, are you looking at me, what the vultures have left over the sell-off in Herti (which was not much). And then I could not let it, but to reach for some perfume and try it out.
I should have left.
Apart from the fact that the bottle was broken and the stuff really is sprayed everywhere, now I stink like a fucking dead madam. Ugh. Since hand washing helps not play, so penetrating is the stuff. I even had to go home with the windows open, because each in a closed room immediately complained about the torture my synapses
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