There was always a rank but, sweet smell about him.
Something that reminded us of cinnamon and yeast.
He always carried a book bag and yet never was seen with an actual volume in his hands.
That smell would linger in the office for days.
The women noticed. There was an odd pheromone mixed in with this scent.
They would talk excitedly for days, until the fragrance faded.
Work became the same again.
Tolerated.
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