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“He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "How is it I smell like goose shit and cheap whiskey, and you smell like you just ran through a meadow of wildflowers?" "Ruthlessness." He breathed in again. "What is that scent? It reminds me of something, but I can't place what." "The last child you tried to eat?" "That must be it.” — Leigh Bardugo
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "How is it I smell like goose shit and cheap whiskey, and you smell like you just ran through a meadow of wildflowers?"
"Ruthlessness."
He breathed in again. "What is that scent? It reminds me of something, but I can't place what."
"The last child you tried to eat?"
"That must be it.