This was from a conversation on facebook, about scent memories. I typed without thinking, and this is what came out.

This is a forever memory, one of those momenets I wish o could put in a loop and feel over and over.

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I met her at a party, and she showed me how her hands didn’t match at all, like they were from two different people.

She said even her armpits smelled different.

Prove it, I said, and she did, raising her arms long arms, so I could check.

I did, and the smell of her was an electric shock to every part of me.

I can’t describe it, but will never, ever forget it.

Or her.

Or the smell of every inch or her.