live on coffee and flowers

He has this familiar smell. A smell that been the same for the twenty years i have known him. It is coffee and nicotine and Old Spice. Masculine and sexy and a little bit bad.
But there is nothing about him that is bad. He has this kind soul hidden in the shell of a big guy with a big mouth. Words spew from him in rapid progressions from tender to dirty, reflection and introspection to crass jokes.
He genuinely cares for people. Cares about their health, their wellness. It used to bug me. It bothered me when he would feel sorry for someone who was not well because i wanted him to feel that for me. I kind of missed the point there. He cared for everyone, he cared for me.
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