I needed money.
As a deckhand the summer before, my older brother had funded a one-man trek across Europe. With my summer around the corner, surely I could achieve similar heights, I thought, sipping my double…
She smelled of sweat, petrol and lavender. Her husband couldn’t resist this heady mix. She smelled like a woman getting home after a long day’s work, like a woman who mistakenly rolled her car window down while she sat in the jammiest of traffics on the NH8.
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