Marshalls
He had a tear tattoo, a mango scented candle in his hand and the softest voice when he spoke of the toxic aromas as though they were the loveliest molecules to pass his nose.
He held the candle as though it were an egg of a baby angel and brought it up to his nose. His face softened beyond what he portrayed and he asked me what my favorite was. They smelled awful but I said vanilla.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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