crawled unmade bed, wrapping comforter like a cocoon, surrounding smel — John Green, Fault Stars

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And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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