There are people that have that smell. Fragrance that is just them. What
touch you when you're close and hugs when the sweeps.
What you hear in their car, their home and who does not follow the footsteps of anyone except his own. What nobody has been able to incorporate into a colored bottle, with some French name, but it's there.
that fills your lungs, you bouncing in my head and I messed up the memories slips between her lips, making it appear that smile that you keep your eyes closed a little longer. That fragrance of "wake up in the attic and see that it is Sunday" because still with eyes closed, hugging the sheets, smell and feel that you know that belongs only to that person, who lives in the loft that smells of him.
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