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There comes a point where the smell of horse permanently seeps into one's pores.
And if it's not a permanent scent, then at least it's a damned stubborn one. My palms are soaked through with it.
*sighs*
no, i'm not complaining. more like commenting...
besides, i rather like the smell
And if it's not a permanent scent, then at least it's a damned stubborn one. My palms are soaked through with it.
*sighs*
no, i'm not complaining. more like commenting...
besides, i rather like the smell