Your Sweater, My Smoke
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Mmmm. big sweater. bare legs. bare feet. and the delicious scent of my smoke, everywhere. yes, i was chilly and i borrowed your sweater. i don't think you'll mind. even though you know it might be a little smoky when i return it. but every time you catch a whiff of my scent, it will remind you of me. and maybe make you a little ... wild? sure, i could've brought my own pjs. but we both prefer it this way, don't we. mmm. we do.