SMELL OF WEIRD

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By Anabelle •

Leaving the mall, I was struck by the smell of weird ... An old man, his zipper undone, asking for money. his distant dark eyes suddenly focused taking me in. and before he could take another step, I slipped into the car and left.

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July 6, 2005 04:15Anabelle

Like all the stuff I like to write this actually happened to me. The smell of weird is what I most remember about it, and the fear. Who knows what could've happened after he focused his eyes on me.
-Anabelle