He scooched closer to me on the small couch. My heart started pounding a little harder. The closer he got to me the more I could smell his musty scent. Of nature, gasoline, and... hmm, what else was it? Books? Old book smell? Strange. Whatever it was I found it kinda comforting. I don't know if that was a bad thing or not. Should I not feel safe
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