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I walk home late every night.
I walk home late every night.
The street is dark and empty.
The street is dark and empty.
Then I smell the food cart.
Then I smell the food cart.
It is a sharp, oily smell.
It is a sharp, oily smell.
It hits me like a wave.
It hits me like a wave.
My stomach wakes up.
My stomach wakes up.
I stop and turn around.
I stop and turn around.
The vendor smiles at me.
The vendor smiles at me.
I order the same thing.
I order the same thing.
This is my night ritual.
This is my night ritual.
It gives me energy again.
It gives me energy again.
I eat fast, standing up.
I eat fast, standing up.
The Scent That Pulls Me Out
by @oliverhere