Adventures In Kleenex…

Posted: 2018-06-28 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Блядь!, Понимание, Man-child, Woman-child

“That’s the smell of life, baby!”

he said, thrusting the damp Kleenex in my face.

I winced.

Strange, his smell of life…

strongly redolent of dead,

rotten

fish.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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