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Background painting by Autumn |
I've been known to dab a bit of cow in estrous on my clothes when elk hunting during the rut, but all in all I'm not really a cologne type of guy. But Amy didn't know me that well 20 years ago when we were just first dating. Gifting your boyfriend cologne was kind of the thing to do I guess. I wore it a handful of times. Because that's what you do when you are first dating I guess. But it's been 20 years. Twenty years of rattling around the toiletry drawer. Hidden in the back corner where old contact lens cases, toothless combs, and half-used dental floss resides. Good-bye Red.
1 comment:
Are you sure it's not like a fine whiskey that gets better with age?
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