It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. “My dad is into this stuff. Manning in fancy costume, as though he was a doll. He only stays here for you, hoping in vain.
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