My hands smell of garden onions; the garage smells like paint; dirt is under my fingernails; the cat has been chasing lizards all afternoon.
My hands smell of garden onions; the garage smells like paint; dirt is under my fingernails; the cat has been chasing lizards all afternoon.
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