Even when it is true, even when the facts are clearly stated and agreed upon, that your girlfriend was indeed working on fixing a squeak in some unnamed household appliance that required the use of some perhaps linseed based lubricant in the space and time before you arrived at her house to spend some quality time with her...
Even when, in a moment of closeness that falls somewhere between greeting and goodnight that requires your face to be close to the face of your loved one, the thought, as strange as it seems, crosses your mind as clear as the day is long...
I recommend, for the sake of mood preservation, dignity and respect, that one does not utter the oh so true words 'Your face kinda smells like my Dad's trumpet case.'
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