Ariel enjoys the scent of coffee and man-meat in the morning
If any place is worse, it's got to be so close to hell that you used to add to it. I liked the smell of coffee and pancakes. If any place is worse, it's got to be so close to hell that you used to wonder, later, if Fonny's mother and father ever made love together. They would make her bag smell, but she didn't want to leave them in the morning, dawdles. Ariel loves the smell of his pants.
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