"We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us."
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Friday, 26 October 2012

Fahrenheit Spilled on The Pillow Intentionally

I'm talking scents again.

Guess that's what happens when I like to sniff on That pillow. I spilled (squirted) Fahrenheit on That pillow. You can't have that bottle back until I am satisfied with that pillow soaked in Fahrenheit.

If I am making you scared, you can leave now. Just leave that bottle with me.


Now I understand why you love that scent so much. 

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