Biscuit: a small flat, usually sugary cake; animal food.

He smelled like biscuits.

And I loved it.

Sweet, unhealthy, real.

Like being a child again.

He didn’t appreciate it of course.

The intrusion.

The ruffle.

The snuffle.

Didn’t appreciate that I appreciated it.

But I did.

And to think that others simply thought he smelled like wet dog.


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