To the woman who gets on the #10 bus at SE 12th and Hawthorne every morning around 9:45 AM—you stink. I don't know if that's perfume you're wearing, but please stop drowning yourself in it. You sat next to me today and I started getting a headache. I can smell you before I see you. If you have a medical condition that you're trying to mask, I'm sorry, but it's not working.
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