My Defective Life

...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

DAMNED RUINERS!

Someone once told me that if you have a brain tumor, sometimes you'll just randomly smell oranges.

So now I can't enjoy the sweet juicy scent of someone somewhere eating an orange without first feeling a brief moment of panic.

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