[ She twitches as he guides her down the line, looking first at his hand, then at his face. She can't decide if he's treating her like she's made of glass or like she might explode if dropped.
She's not sure which one is closer to the truth.
There's fruit and sweets and the smell of glucose and gluten swamps her senses. Alice closes her eyes and inhales, mouth open slightly.
She forgot. She forgot how powerful olfactory senses could be. ] ....Mmhn.
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She's not sure which one is closer to the truth.
There's fruit and sweets and the smell of glucose and gluten swamps her senses. Alice closes her eyes and inhales, mouth open slightly.
She forgot. She forgot how powerful olfactory senses could be. ] ....Mmhn.