TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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06.05.03, thursday evening
Today I could smell it. Waiting at the stop light after work, I smelled it again. The perfume at the nape of her neck. Nothing by Calvin Klein. No Chanel No. 5; she was no longer young and stylish and serenely handsome, posing for photos as a bride at Disneyland. When my parents rode together into "It's a Small World" in 1975, did they hold hands?