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A Purple Smell
Over and over again, she had repeated that one phrase. It made no sense, but she repeated it with such a sense of monotone indifference that it felt like it HAD to mean something.

I tried to figure it out. I really did. I spent an hour or two on Google, half an hour in the library, and a bunch of time just asking random people on the street. No one had know. Then she had died, and I felt that it was pointless to keep searching. Later, I had told myself that brain cancer was brain cancer, and that it was probably nothing anyway

Then, on a Monday morning in windy November, I heard it again. Those words, repeated twice for emphasis. They were not spoken to me, but to the person in front of me in the grocery check out line. The words were sharp, and when I heard them, I just HAD to know who they were coming from.

"Excuse me, I was just wondering..."
I didn't even get to finish, the lady who had spoken took one look at me and rushed out of the store, not even bothering to take her groceries. I was so surprised I had no idea how to react.

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