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She stank of sugar and cinnamon, and slipped into his world like a ghost sliding between cracks in the ether.
He wasn't sure what to make of her offer except that it either bored him or excited him beyond all possible reasoning, verbal dopamine for his brain. His breathing was shallow, his hearing focused, the glaze in his eyes vacating the premises.
The smells were what drove him crazy the most, as much as her proposition. The sickeningly sweet smell echoed memories in his mind of his mother, having his way with some random girl back in his high school days, or baking snickerdoodle cookies to give to his landlord. Either way, his nostrils and brain were filled with the stink of her.
Apparently his decision came too late as she sighed, releasing another diabetes inducing breath into the air that sounded a bit like a death rattle or a bit like a disappointed sigh. He watched as she went through the door, shot him a minty glance, and ushered herself out into the night to sweeten somebody else's life.
He wasn't sure what to make of her offer except that it either bored him or excited him beyond all possible reasoning, verbal dopamine for his brain. His breathing was shallow, his hearing focused, the glaze in his eyes vacating the premises.
The smells were what drove him crazy the most, as much as her proposition. The sickeningly sweet smell echoed memories in his mind of his mother, having his way with some random girl back in his high school days, or baking snickerdoodle cookies to give to his landlord. Either way, his nostrils and brain were filled with the stink of her.
Apparently his decision came too late as she sighed, releasing another diabetes inducing breath into the air that sounded a bit like a death rattle or a bit like a disappointed sigh. He watched as she went through the door, shot him a minty glance, and ushered herself out into the night to sweeten somebody else's life.
