Yesterday, I said goodbye to some people at work... There were a few hugs that, by the time I came home alone, I smelled like somebody's perfume... It could be Barry, that sweet ole guy who opened the (exit) door for me at night. His embrace was the tightest of all, like I was his daughter (or maybe granddaughter) whom he's not gonna see anymore. I'm sure he's gonna miss me and some treats I occasionally gave him...
Perfumed Sentiments
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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As a kid, I loved to hug my mom 'cos to me she wore the best perfume in the entire world and I loved how it lingered on me.
That is just so sweet, Akilah!
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