So my mom made me wash my bedsheets even though she hardly ever comes in my room, go figure. And when I got them out of the dryer, all the scent I built up with my sweat and other fluids was gone. All those hours of dedication, wasted. But this story does have a happy ending, though. My comforter still retains some of my built up scent. What's more, is the fact that it still seems pungent enough for me to spread.
No washer is stopping me from spreading my scent.
No washer is stopping me from spreading my scent.
