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[jacksonmichael]

I love the smell of rain before it falls..or after it falls, when it is the strongest and invades the nose. It's as if somehow a sin were washed away from the world's surface. I sometimes forget to go outside. When did I get so old?

Comments

[mjnose]

Michael, master, my dear companion... I am in pain... please do not hurt me anymore. :-(

[jacksonmichael]

my dear little friend,
I don't intend to hurt you anymore. We just need to get you back together.

[mjnose]

I love you, master. The clay you put on me smells funky, though. I am so sorry for being a handicapped nose... so sorry so.

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[jacksonmichael]

It's not your fault, you have been a good nose. You're very strong and have held up wonderfully. We'll make it through this together.