Sometimes there are salespeople wandering the halls where I work, hunting down doctors they want to try out some fabulous new drug. Some of these people are nice, but there seems to be a subpopulation that devotes too much of their spare time to tanning booths. A very few apparently bathe in their cologne or perfume. It's like someone shoved a lilac up my sinuses.
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I used to be able to indent. How vexing.
Edit: idiotic typo in second line fixed.