"The old seats smelled like something found in a dead grandmother’s attic, perhaps the dead grandmother herself, packed with long forgotten clothes in a cedar chest containing lime and mothballs until desiccation and dryrot set in." I love this.
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"The old seats smelled like something found in a dead grandmother’s attic, perhaps the dead grandmother herself, packed with long forgotten clothes in a cedar chest containing lime and mothballs until desiccation and dryrot set in." I love this.
Hope it's all right that I friended you for the rest of the story.