Shawn and I took the bus down from the soup kitchen and got Pinkberry before I changed busses to go east. I had half peanut butter and half cookies and cream with all sorts of chocolatey toppings and a caramel drizzle.
As we were eating I kept smelling this awful smell. It was my hands. It was me. A combination of onions, sweat, curry, and whatever other combinations of stuff splashed, splattered, smeared on me at the soup kitchen. I ran for the showers!
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