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Topic: Empty Fridge Light
I think I have a phantom pregnancy.
Not only do I have a belly the size of Wales, but I can smell *everything*, you know, the way hounds do. Yeah, yeah, laugh on your own time.
I can't stop smelling the reek of old fat from greasy spoon cafe's on my coats, and I nearly went into olfactory raptures on the train yesterday, when some uppity snooty cow got on and hogged all the seats while wearing my first girlfriend's favourite perfume.
Virgin birth, anyone?
Smells no-one should like, but I do:
Warm flagstones in the sun
The nape of someone's neck
New books when you crack the spine open
Other people's washing powder
Dirt under fingernails
Teddy bears and cat fur
The space between fingers
Dead skin along the side of your thumb nail
BO (but only if it smells of onions, not vinegar)
Newsprint - papers and magazines
The smell orange pith leaves on your hands
Sudden drops in pollution levels
A big pig sty
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