was a sweet aroma and known. Miguel was surprised at how a scent could do travel back and lose the memories. Until then it had never been asked whether the source of that aroma was a shampoo, bath gel or a colony. That did not matter, now I was back to feeling, so familiar as ever, so close, so yours. He had to resist closing your eyes and drift into it. "That perfume you wear Is not it French? - Asked Miguel.
"Yes, it is called" Amor Amor "- she replied.
"Well, how many memories," said Michael, looking away from her breasts.
She looked at him strangely, and kept writing on paper.
"There, is my number for emergencies.
"Thanks Wendy," said Miguel.
"You're welcome, and welcome to the floor," said the Austrian.
Michael came to his new apartment, picked up a guitar and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. It was the same perfume that used Connie.
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