As a boy of seven with few interests I spent my days alone looking out the window. I saw other kids running and jumping but I didnâ ™t want to join them. I never cared for those children and did my best to stay away from them. The only time I got close to kids that were my own age was at the school which I hated. When the bell rang ending the day I was the first one out of the door.
My father committed suicide, and my mother and I were left to share a small apartment. She seldom spoke, and there were times when I thought she had lost her voice, my mother had very few interests, so she spent most of her time looking in the mirror and spraying her self with perfume. They all smelled so wonderful. There were dozens of bottles of perfume scattered on her bedroom floor. When she was gone I put on my mothers clothes and looked in her mirror. And then I also sprayed myself with perfume. I couldnâ ™t wait until the day when I would have my own place. In it there would be a large mirror surrounded with hundred of bottles of perfume. My motherâ ™s perfumes were all I needed in my younger years and spraying them on my body was my only interest.
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My mother died of a lung disease caused by excessive inhaling of perfume. Her doctors warned her to get some fresh air by the seashore, but she hated the smell of salty water. She tried living in the woods but natural odors depressed her. The only thing left was to return to her former lifestyle. She died doing what she enjoyed best and that was spraying herself with perfume.
I am now an adult and have a well paying job as a chemist in a large company that manufactures perfumes. My job consists of sniffing perfumes and creating new fragrances. There have been over a thousand fragrances that I have personally created, and my company has made millions because of my talents. My fellow employees call me: â śThe Noseâ ť because I am always busy sniffing hundreds of bottles of perfume. I love my job and will never retire, because my working conditions are ideal. I am doing what I love and that is sniffing perfume.
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href=http://exploringafrica.matrix.msu.edu/teachers/curriculum/m11/activity4.php class=l onmousedown=return clk(this.href,,,res,42,)>Exploring AfricaTo which he answered, having rubbed the tip of his nose: He's an indolent Once he shouted up at the boy perched on the very summit of the date palm who
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The scent of perfume has become so ingrained in the pores of my body that it canâ ™t be removed. People sitting next to me on public transportation quickly change their seats. A bus driver had asked me to leave the bus, he claimed my odor was: â śdisturbing himâ ť. I also was forced to give up my apartment when the owner said that the tenants were complaining about the sickening odor coming from my place.
I now own a house that is in a secluded area of the state. There is no one around to complain about perfume scents. My home is packed with bottles, each with its own label. There are over five thousand of them. Each bottle is my creation; with my eyes closed I can sniff its ingredients and tell you what its name is. I no longer have to accept the abuse I received while riding public transportation. A chauffeured limousine picks me up and transports me from and to my job.
My mother knew what she was doing when she continually sprayed her self with various perfumes. She loved me and didnâ ™t know any other way to show her feelings. She knew that I was observing her and enjoying the scents. Those wonderful scents propelled me into becoming the worldâ ™s foremost creator of quality perfumes and a happy man. Thanks mom.
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The Boy That Grew Up to be a Nose