He tried to approach his bad habits scientifically.

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But her husband, frowning, remembered those little sweets, or cachous, scented with something like violet, a synthetic smell, that had drifted on the more irritating afternoons above the smells of the sealing wax and ink.

But why wasn't Mom there? Sick? No. Threw out her back carrying boxes of blood at a blood drive.