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It's true that she preceded her scent in, but it's the scent you'd notice first, for it is blunt, provincial, and asphyxiating, and for she is a slip of a thing, without form or personality, her only distinguishing features -pale eyes that blink a little too often and that awful, permeating scent.
She is just one of those people, one of those people you share your journey to work with, with whom you never talk, nor even share a glance, and yet whose lives you feel capable of reconstructing in minute detail.
And I know all her life
And I won't tell a word of it.