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it's funny how a scent can trigger a sweeping amount of memories
for example, i put on clinique "happy" lotion when i stepped out of the shower today. the same exact tube of lotion that my friend bought me at the px when she came to visit me in michigan. 4 years ago. it sounds gross, but lotion doesn't expire. trust me. so anyway, this friend and i aren't friends anymore because she is a reckless slut. that's besides the point. i remember everything about that day. we had lunch. the same lunch that would make me vomit at andy's graduation party later that night. my friend would hold my hair back as i discolored blades of grass in his backyard. i'd later relish the fact that everyone else had either left or was too consumed with sparklers. then she would take me home. where my dad would quizzically stare at me and later ask if i had been drinking that night. i would proceed to drink a glass of water while she trimmed my bangs. you know, girl things that are supposed to cement our friendship. i would feel better within a couple hours. my parents + zack would eventually go to sleep. we would take a walk in the field in front of my house. ascending towards the pool. we'd eventually climb over the fence that boxed the pool. probably sit on the edge of pool, dipping our legs up to our kneecaps. she'd go on about the 20 year old she would fuck in her basement and i'd just close my eyes and listen to the humming of the boats in the distance.
for example, i put on clinique "happy" lotion when i stepped out of the shower today. the same exact tube of lotion that my friend bought me at the px when she came to visit me in michigan. 4 years ago. it sounds gross, but lotion doesn't expire. trust me. so anyway, this friend and i aren't friends anymore because she is a reckless slut. that's besides the point. i remember everything about that day. we had lunch. the same lunch that would make me vomit at andy's graduation party later that night. my friend would hold my hair back as i discolored blades of grass in his backyard. i'd later relish the fact that everyone else had either left or was too consumed with sparklers. then she would take me home. where my dad would quizzically stare at me and later ask if i had been drinking that night. i would proceed to drink a glass of water while she trimmed my bangs. you know, girl things that are supposed to cement our friendship. i would feel better within a couple hours. my parents + zack would eventually go to sleep. we would take a walk in the field in front of my house. ascending towards the pool. we'd eventually climb over the fence that boxed the pool. probably sit on the edge of pool, dipping our legs up to our kneecaps. she'd go on about the 20 year old she would fuck in her basement and i'd just close my eyes and listen to the humming of the boats in the distance.