It's so strange what a familiar smell can do to a person. Or an old song, or clothes, or movie.
His shirt can infuriate me and make me want to throw it into a fire.
His sweater can soothe, and calm me to sleep.
But that song always makes me uncomfortable. That movie always makes me sad.
But it's a good shirt, it's an old sweater.
Sure it's a gross song but, no, actually there's nothing good about that song.
But the movie was well done.
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