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perfume memory (08/10/2005)

And a pile of dirty laundry on the floor is where I sleep. Almost since I was a child. Memories of waking up smelling like my sister's scent still wander around in my mind. I remember the first time that happened, she thought I was messing around with her perfume that morning. She was so angry, because she spent so much money buying those vials. She kept getting frustrated, until a good week later, when she had to wake me up for school, instead of being in a sleeping bag, I was fast asleep on her dirty clothes, her worn jacket my blanket.

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