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It was like walking by a perfumed woman. | A Dissolute Life Means...
One minute it was there: real, wonderful, delicious in its lingering scent. Like a garden around the corner in full bloom. And then, as if swept away on a breeze, it was long past me and the space between us convinced him he was wrong: it was nothing to pursue or look forward to with …