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“Can you trust me?” He asked her.
“Not yet”, she said.
His heart sunk. She was still two steps away from him. He could smell her freshness that came from having just showered and from the perfume that she had put on from a gift she had received when she turned thirteen and had never used. It was flower-like with the smell of pale colors. The perfume danced away from her and into the air and suspended for microseconds in order to soften its body as it entered through his nostril unto his soul. Her way of saying she liked him. He knew.
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The way that you use the senses in this piece is absolutely beautiful. The simple ways that a perfume scent can dance, change a person’s entire mindset… It’s all things I’ve never even considered.