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[brobeforehos]

I can't tell if I'm cursed, and smell like nothing, or curse free. Suppose this happens when you don't wear perfume.

Strangest thing. I think I detect a little of the soap I use, so maybe I've been spared. Which is good, mind you. I thought I'd smell of something insufferable, like bubblegum. Strawberry flavour.

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[brobeforehos]

Roasted sand worm.

[signatures]

Sounds like breakfast.

[brobeforehos]

Disgusting is what it sounds like, and smells like, if I remember correctly. And I do remember.

[signatures]

It's something that's rather hard to forget, I think.

[brobeforehos]

I believe there will come a day when all our conversations won't return to that hideous time in the desert.

[signatures]

Maybe in another year, when we're past the trauma.

[brobeforehos]

I hope it doesn't take that long.

[signatures]

I hope I'm not here that long.

[brobeforehos]

Same here, I suppose.

[signatures]

So you prefer your home?

[brobeforehos]

At least there, most of the odd things in my life, I can control. Somewhat.

[signatures]

Makes sense. Little comforts, anyway.

[brobeforehos]

Suppose we could call them that, if anything.

[signatures]

There's plenty of comfort in familiarity, at least.