I have a good smell. This has its advantages: when she lived with her demented grandmother, she saved the house from a gas explosion a hundred times.

The smell helps to choose restaurants to eat.

It helps to determine which store is worth taking meat - and which not. Right from the threshold. By the way, recently an unclear trend: a lot of meat smells very poorly.

I walked by the KFC every day. Different changes smell differently. Hear who normally changes the oil and who is lazy.

There are many curious cases - a colleague stands with you about a serious conversation for half an hour, then goes to the toilet for 2 minutes, goes out again with a serious face. And from him the sperm in the nose straight fucking.

To the smell of sweat I am already quite normal, as well as to the smell of garlic. What do you do with biology? Except for clinical cases. Sometimes a person’s sweat smells sweet. It smells hell. Some serious illness, probably severe diabetes (I only heard this smell in the subway, not from acquaintances).

And so I treated that odor: well, there is.

After a month, the smell went away. and fully.

And suddenly! and suddenly! I learned to communicate with people! I don’t know how to react to their emotions, how to behave. I work on old patterns. For a long time I thought I was mad. Then I realized it was a smell.

I probably defined many emotions by smell!

When the smell returned, people became voluminous again. So the smell needs to be taken care of :)

Remember, in which other country were placed for transparents with the text "Peace. No of War!“?

The wolf in the garden has a fighting friend Masha. Friends from the group.
I wake my son this morning. does not react. I pull the blanket and quietly tick my heel. Through a dream with a smile:
Well Maashaaa!

So, you wake up, and around war and epidemics. Probably the Middle Ages.