I have certifiable jasmine envy. This is a magnificent, extraordinary array a couple of streets away, and it smells quite wonderful (I even pulled my mask down to get a proper noseful). I wish we could import it into the house: there is an unmistakable smell of Deceased Rodent, somewhere (either above or below Alice's closet, seemingly), and whilst I know that the only thing to do is to wait it out, this nonetheless raises that gloomy and perplexing question: how did it get there? The cats are no help.
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