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I worked as a cashier in a supermarket one summer at the beach. At each checkout next to the register were rows of candy and chocolate bars. The distinctive smell was not the actual chocolate but the wrapping used for the candy and chocolate. Sometimes I will be nowhere near a candy wrapper and I will catch a whiff of that fresh, new smell and it will take me right back to that supermarket at the beach.
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Quiet, mild-mannered souls might just turn out to be roaring lions of two-fisted cool.
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