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The clerk smiled as she saw the same nut pick up a personal size grocery basket and head down aisle two |
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She smiled because periodically this guy would return with a basket full of glade lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer |
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It's a deodorizer that works on the same principle as a bug bomb |
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Simply push down on the button and it fills the room with a scented fog |
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The man would buy only about five or six cans at a time |
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He'd been coming in for about five weeks now |
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Sometimes he would come in twice a week |
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He seemed like a normal guy |
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He was kind of balding in his mid thirties wearing a black leather jacket |
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And he was always so damn dusty something soft about his features |
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It looked like it was makeup but it was just dust |
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He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left |
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When the man returned home he took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack |
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He placed one on the rug, one on the end table, one on the window sill, one under the tv, and one on the air conditioner |
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This might seem unusual except for the fact that his entire apartment was just filled with them |
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Every room on every surface |
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He figured he had about sixty of them in all--each one's nozzle poised at the ready |
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He sighed and opened a beer |
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He started to push down the lock and hold buttons on the canisters |
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Slowly filling the room, working his way from the dining room into the den |
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Each room filling with a multi-scented fog |
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Desert bloom, evergreen, misty rose, fresh lemon, regular and unscented, pot pourri, wild oak, petunia, ocean mist, |
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Musk, hazel wood, Irish nights, sandalwood, rain forest, country kitchen, natural prevention?, orange blossom, Indian summer, and holiday candle |
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Calmly he sat on the couch, spilt his beer, and closed his eyes |