She could smell his perfume on his wrinkled shirt , she stole from his wardrobe . As days passed into years. His scent began to fade as did her memories with him.
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She could smell his perfume on his wrinkled shirt , she stole from his wardrobe . As days passed into years. His scent began to fade as did her memories with him.
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wow this could be interpreted in so many ways..
1. she lost him or
2. they broke up or
3. she is losing her memory
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For me , its the second option
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