I don’t know what I saw. It could’ve been a hallucination. You get those from sniffing glue. ” “You’ve never sniffed glue!” “I’ve smelled glue,” Jamie said after a pause. “In art class.
Don’t you listen to them, Rexy,” I cooed, and the cat sniffed my nose. “Rachel is a smart girl. She’s not going to go out with a ghost no matter how sexy he is. She knows better. Jenkskie wenskie can just get bent. ” I beamed at Jenks, and he made an ugly face. “Rache, put my cat down before you mess with her kitty brain.
A painting is not made to be sniffed.
Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking. ” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both. ” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.
I have spent--or wasted--my life around motor racing: driving, promoting, and writing about what Ernest Hemingway once linked with mountain climbing and bull fighting as the only true sports. The rest, he sniffed, are merely games.
The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I'm cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!
When we got around to books, I was finally set, as our minister would say, on solid ground. I gorged on books. I sneaked them at night. I rubbed their spines and sniffed in the musty smell of them in the library.
What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it. " "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower. " My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!
