What’s that smell, she cringed.
It wasn’t me, I said.
Fast.
There are strict road trip rules about cracking a quiet one early in the trip.
The rule is to hold it until everyone is napping and see who you can wake up.
And this smell was strong enough to do it.
A combination of chemicals, and sulfur and reek and despair.
It smelled like home.
The Paper Mill.
Yes, …
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