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She wanted to grow up so she could eat Milo straight from the packet, stay awake till 3am, and decorate her room with stars.
She wanted to put monkey bars on the ceiling throughout her entire house and flood the hallways with water – her own jungle gym.
But now that she’s done it, she is ready to grow down again.
Even with the door shut I can smell the overpowering fragrance.
It resembles frangipani, only it is repulsive.
I have trouble getting to the door because of the smell, and when I grab the handle it flies open, propelled by the force of the vile stench within. I enter the room, moving through the still air like it is, in fact, a hurricane.
I locate the air freshener.
It’s a new device, in the shape of a Ferris wheel, with a big handle protruding from the centre. Around the sides are different holes, allowing for varying strengths of smell, and each strength has a label. I can now see why it smells so strongly: it is set to Oh, Lordy!
