Honestly, when I close my eyes right now and think about my childhood, I remember the summertime I spent with my aunt granny, the younger sister of my real grandma. I really love spending my summer vacation with her because I enjoyed her company and adores her country house. It’s not big but, very tidy. She loves perdomo cigars and most of the time, when she can't finish a stick; she left half of it on the window sill. Her bedroom smells like cigars and for me at that time, that smell is perfume.
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