impudent strumpet
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Things that don't make sense
My bathroom smells like cigars.
I don't smoke.
Mi cielito doesn't smoke.
No one who smokes has ever used my bathroom.
There has never been a tobacco product in my apartment the entire time I've been here.
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