“Last minute, under the wire, found a replacement cute microwave to trade for the black small microwave.
It also has a lock – but hey, it’s the same white that matches my toaster, right?l!
Everybody helps make the transaction happen.
Then get it into the car – and there’s a smell.
Not only a perfume/cologne smell, but the smell of it having been in a smoker’s house.
That which I am somehow living in and trying to get resolved out of smell inundateion.
‘The irony runs thick with this ine…'”
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