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The Strange Smell of Smoke
I don't know how it happened, it just tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. Agnes's face twisted into something I think was a smile. And she said yes. A wave of giddy joy just washed right over me. It was only after Agnes had left her undrunked coffee and headed out to wherever she went that I realized we'd never made any actual arrangements. He spent the next day in a funk, kicking myself for having been so stupid. But he has Wednesdays off work, so there was plenty of time to mope around the house feeling sorry for myself.