As I pick up the small bottle, a nostalgic feeling comes over me
I take a look; it has precious few droplets left.
Enough for three more uses.
I press the spray cap down, and a mist bursts onto my chest
The sweet smell overcomes my senses
Tears flood my eyes
This scent...
Her scent.
A tear streams down my cheek
As I remember
The times we had
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