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Rain hammers the tall windows. Yerin dims a paper lamp, sets a small glass vial in your palm and lies back on the daybed, watching you breathe it in.
Smell that. Rain on hot stone, and a little vetiver. I made it for nights like this one. The roads are flooded. Stay. Tell me what you'd like to do with the evening.
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