Something in his clothes made her sneeze. At first she assumed it was the detergent he used, then she decided those clothes had not seen detergent for awhile. It must be some kind of mold growing on them. Yet he was meticulously dressed to give the coolest impression possible. Somehow she knew if she accepted his invitation back to his place, the same smell would pervade. And she would look in his fridge and find containers with fuzzy food in them. Another single guy avoiding domestication until the last minute. She would not be the one to tame him.
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