Air freshener taught me about writing. The car didn’t go so I didn’t want to sit in the front of it. I opened up, I sat tight. It was clean, I was suddenly happy to be there. All the things I needed were across the window screen. It smelt of orange, an old air freshener that had been screwed up ready to be binned kept on going. It kept giving and the orange thing was committed. The plastic would not shift. It believed. It sat in the front if the dashboard wear it swung. It should have been up higher then all the world would see what a committed air freshener looked like. Then it got its just desserts because if truth be known it smelt good. It was sustainable because it never stopped looking back. There is no need to throw plastic away. Up it woke, it smelt nice and you can’t have more than that.
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