One Million Footnotes
Observations from the Bottom of the Page
Saturday, October 27, 2007
1654.
At first, the tea tree oil under his nose carried a sweet smell, almost tentative, like the scent of hard candy, but eventually the smell changed to an acrid pungency he could not escape.
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