even near perfection as limits

I’m not referrring to perfection as myself, but thanks for letting the thought cross your mind.

No, no, in this case. I’m thinking ambient fragrance. In particular the popped can goodness.

The only disadvantage of tuna is the tuna-scented flatulance. It puts me off the fish itself now and then.

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