Hello everyone thar
France's door is opened, and he just dried himself and his hair, after a nice shower. His casual blouse and pants are on and his body smells of rosy soap.
Earlier in the day it smelled of sweat, flour, and cookies. But not anymore, which made France happy.
A French like tune could be heard on the radio, along with an accordian, and France hummed along, combing his hair in front of the mirror.
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Earlier in the day it smelled of sweat, flour, and cookies. But not anymore, which made France happy.
A French like tune could be heard on the radio, along with an accordian, and France hummed along, combing his hair in front of the mirror.
((My once in a while journals. Feel free to reply, or say hello))