Posted on December 18th, 2008 by Cynthia
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Every time I stepped into his room – well maybe not *every* time, just the times when I haven’t been there in a while, and have forgotten it – I would breathe in deeply, breathe out, and smile. “Ahh. There is a smell.” Upon saying this, he would always ask back. “Why, is it a [...]