There is something magical going on outside my window, one story down. At first I smelled pot, but now, I smell warm toast with peanut butter! Like in the cartoons, with the trail of scent smoke that makes a long convoluted path from one place to another, and then ends in a little smokefinger that tickles you under your nose, just through this
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