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I keep smelling his scent. I thought it was my big’s perfume on me when we hugged a couple times, but I just showered and I still smell it. I think it’s his scent, but I don’t know how I keep smelling it. Wherever it’s lingering, I like it.
I used to love looking at him, thought he was the most handsome man ever, and admired his physical attributes so much. Now, I can’t believe I used to think he was cute. I don’t see it anymore. The love, admiration, and attraction is all gone. Instead, it’s replaced with disgust.
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