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Noticing: Chideziri POV
Grass. Freshly cut grass. That is what she smells like. Freshly cut grass after a drizzle. I could feel it deep inside my nostrils.
My notes are covered in its crisp, nose-prickling, earthy scent. It's like newness— blessed freshness from an olive branch.
It is better than any scent, better than any fragrance, better than any perfume Daddy ever bought. And trust me, that is something. His perfumes come in giant metallic boxes of varying colours, and they always— always have the aroma of heaven.
Before i go to bed i spray the insides of my bag with Daddy's cologne.
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