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You? Hmm? I love you!
There are days, and days.
His started well, mine too. Days before I have rummaged in my box what there is still to discover. There was a small sample, with a rest almost dried up. All my begging, my test-on-the-head, my now-position-you-not-so-to didn't help anything. The rest just didn't want it the way I wanted it to.
So you take a toothpick and drive along the walls of the sample until there is enough of the wood (patience is a virtue, I was not blessed with it and stood honking in the traffic jam!) so that you can quickly brush it on the skin, dab, knead and then:
aha, yes flowery halt.
After about 10 minutes I stood in the kitchen, smiling, because a powdery flower room had developed on my skin! So incredibly light and fine, so flattering and nothing stabbing, so feminine and beautiful! Back to the PC and in the Souk (most ingenious invention of all inventions!) half a bottle got hold of and then it was time to wait... you know already... me. Honking in traffic jam.
He arrived at me so quickly, and I was and am blessed with this fragrance.
My evergreen, my flower dream with such a wonderful base and the scented skin is quite nice this time and leaves me standing in powder flower clouds for hours, oh beautiful!
Starts a bit fruity, then conjures the most beautiful clouds on the neck with such wonderful selected flowers, of course Iris is there and she makes the scent so wonderful for me.
The day got off to a good start, and in the evening he came with a face that would have made Sauron flee (villain of Lord of the Rings).
A colleague on vacation, her big job went to pieces, the office door opened and he got it off.
Anything. From the end boss. He had no chance of justification. Close the door. Head of department and he tried to save what was going on, taking her to the end boss to clear up the situation.
Endboss came after 2 hours with an apology, but mood was deep deep down.
What do you do in a case like this? Early closing time, overtime reduction before you let words fall out of your mouth that you feel sorry for afterwards.
I was so happy because I was wearing a powder flower dream and wanted to show it to him.
Thumping into the front door, a triad of unpleasant loud wishes and formulations that only I have heard.
Turn on the coffee machine, bring a cup of coffee into the living room and just be there and listen. That's all he needed. Hand in his hand, cheek on his.
Calm and pause.
And I in a little fine cloud of powder flowers. A sigh, and I knew it was over.
His arms around me and him: You?
He: I love you and you smell infinitely good today!
And I'm the coolest sock on earth because I look at him and how Han Solo answers:
Bvlgari pour Femme - I love you. And with every spray the bottle answers:
I know, I know!