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Musk [h.s]
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Última publicación sáb, jul 25, 2015
Have you ever walked into a place and it has smelt like home? Well the bookshop was that place for me, the musky smell which hit you ever so slightly as you walked in yet still lingered on your clothes, even after you'd been away for a few days.
Moving away from home is hard and so when you fine home in a certain place or person it is very special and it is hard to detach yourself.
I found home in the bookshop and the boy with the dark curly hair who worked there, and for me, he was special.
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