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... ance, like the scent of pine trees in the snow.
"Really? I can’t smell anything."
"It’s a sort of scent, a very unique one." Joanna Lawrence clutched his collar, her eyes filled with infatuation, "Only you have this scent. Ashton Heath, can’t you smell it yourself?"
Ashton Heath raised his hand, sniffed his sleeve.
He was wearing a perfume.
But he didn’t smell the scent Joanna Lawrence described.
"I don’t smell it." He honestly said.
"Anywa ...
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