I then walked upstairs to run on the treadmill. I sat on the floor to stretch a bit and WOAH, what the hell? It was me!! "Damn," I thought to myself. If I can smell myself then I must truly smell. A treadmill eventually freed up between to girls. As I made my way over there I was beginning to feel bad for those two girls. I began running and sweating and sweating and sweating. And with every drop of sweat I could smell myself more and more and more.
Twenty minutes of running and 2 miles later, I was done. And boy that was one long car ride home. I looked over at my Glades Car Scents and it was empty. I jiggled it hoping to get just a little more mileage out of it but nothing. I resorted to cranking the A/C even though I was soaked with sweat. I was wet, and the A/C blowing on me could make me more susceptible to catching a cold. I didn't care. I rushed straight home and immediately took a shower. Now I smell like sugar and spice and everything nice.
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