This morning, when I put on one of Amy's old Vanderbilt sweatshirts, it smelled vaguely of her, even though it's been washed a million times. That made me so happy. The same thing happened yesterday, when I put on one of Lisa's old Bearcat shirts; Lisa smells like clean and Amy smells warm. I wonder what I smell like. Trees, maybe? That's what
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