In a slumber I slowly woke. I could feel the rise and the fall of the soft breathing of a form beside me and I quickly remembered 30.
My face was pressed against her shoulder, warm but a little hard.Ā I could vaguely smell the scent of her.Ā I remained still savouring the delicate aromas.Ā I think she used a lavender soap, but behind it I could smell her armpit.
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