We caught up over coffee. You kissed me on the cheek and told me I smelled good. I was happy. I asked, "I'm still the only one that smells like home right?"
You looked at me apologetically.
"No, you're not..."
I sat back in horror. "I'm not?!" Anger, betrayal and absolute shock coursed through my veins. After just what, a week? She smells like home
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