Fluffy took me with her to the fragrancy shop. I think maybe it would smell good if it did not smell so very much. She smelled flowery stuff and I poked through the clerance bin. I found a bar of clear soap with a little plastic taxi inside. I sat on the floor and made vroom noises. I miss NYC, it makes her sad because she misses me. I think I will have to call and read poetry to her answering machine while she is in class next year. It always made me happy when she did it. "so you're her jollier, less stoic half?" sometimes she's more, sometiems less. we wax and wane.