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Febreeze


Febreeze. The smell stings my eyes, my nose, my tongue. Bitter stinging jabs, like electricity in my lungs. I gasp for air, as asthma attacks. With coughing fits, I helplessly hack. Wheezing, breathing, crying, falling to the floor. With my last breath, I breath the fragrant smell of Febreeze.
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