But, problem is, the uncirculated, unnaturally dry air allows the little wall plug air freshener work so much more ... economically (I suppose).
I feel like a large assemblage of long-past-gracefully aging southern ladies have spent the day roaming about my apartment, so heavy is the flowery, almost alcoholic perfume scent lingering in every room.
It makes me distinctly uncomfortable.
I want to check the liquor cabinet.
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