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YOU CAN’T UN-SMELL IT

I love the smell of Hoppes
well call me Daryl and call me weird, but i like the smell of Kroil

and NOOoooooo...my name ain't Daryl...............so don't call me that............

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When my best friend was dying with brain cancer dad and I took him up north during October archery season, where we three had gone for like 50 years together.

All we had was a three day weekend due to his treatments. We took him to every single hunting spot any of us could remember going within 50 miles of the cabin. Never once strung a bow just rode walked and sat.

At one of his particular favorites I saw him walk for the first time in months without his walker, and he turned to me and said,

"Do you smell that?"

"Do you feel that?"

All I could do was nod and say Yes Don, and I did, the familiar smell and feeling.

Nowadays I smell and feel without either of thrm and it's not the same... good but not the same.
 
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