I'm sitting here in the left office very late at night. I'm distracted, as I've perfumed myself with L'Heure Bleue by Guerlain. As its scent spreads, I am haunted by the sensation that another woman is in the office with me. It smells so unlike my usual smell of soap. I breathe in, "How divine!" then later "How nauseating!" This old perfume has such a sovereign if funerary scent. It makes me think of candle wax, old churches, and the colors blue, purple, and mauve. I can never make up my mind whether its scent is rather nice or perfectly horrid. Nevertheless, tonight I have an interesting woman to sit next to while I work.
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