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I am never going to forget how you smell.
After all, my bed smelled like your
perfume for months after we broke up.
In part because I only slept with girls
who wore the same brand.
I swear I wasn't being obsessive,
Columbia is just really ******* small.
You'll be happy to learn I ended up
exactly how you always said I would:
Caught between more women than I
have the capacity to care about.
The best part?
Not a single one smells like you do.
Not better and not worse but distinctly
nothing at all like you.
The worst part?
They all taste exactly like you do.
Cloud City, Bespin
(Cloud City, Bespin)
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