I have been sitting at a work table in the library for an hour or so. Exactly three minutes ago, a woman sat down at a table at least 25 feet away from me. She did not walk past me to get to this table; it’s located closer to the door than the table where I am seated. The perfume she is wearing is so strong that I have begun to feel nauseated.
I have to find somewhere else to sit. Now.
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