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Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V.
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