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.
Idiots.
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