Do you remember that scene in The Abyss where that guy had to breathe in that pink goo? He struggled against it like it was drowning him, but he just had to take it in order to continue filling his lungs with oxygen.
That’s what I felt like today for an entire hour when sitting next to my coworker who wears too much cologne.
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