Had some great dreams last night. Think it purged some weirdness. Feeling quite better today. Caught a near empty train and got a good seat.
Just as I say that a woman gets on. Her shirt has leopard print, she has a kindle, and she smells like someone shot her with a fire hose filled with perfume.
And not good perfume, but that burning kind that smells like an industrial bathroom cleaner. Ow my nose.
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