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Apocalypse Box Perfume Oil
$27.00
Apocalypse Box Perfume Oil
$27.00
Lilith notified us that this was her Apocalypse Box, and she spent about a week sitting in it on and off. We didn’t ask why; a month and a half into the shelter in place, there really wasn’t much need to ask why.
Cardboard, pajama cotton, tonka beans, and dried lavender buds.
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