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A subset of this hatred goes under the heading of both crowds and people. People . . . not all people, mind you, but a scary big number of them . . . stink. Bathing seems to be a concept so alien that it’s literally unfathomable.
So now, nearly 45 minutes later, I can still smell that wretched scent . . . which, by the way, was the same stinky fragrance my ex-husband used to wear.
Arrgggghhhhhh! Here is sit forced to think of the one man on earth I detest more than shopping with a sore throat and the onset of a headache. In a word . . . I’m miserable.
Let that be a lesson to you.
Just sayin’.
I judge people on how they smell, not how they look.
Jennifer Lopez
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