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"Hello," says the mysterious boy standing in front of me. He is a short ginger with a pale orange shirt and blue jeans of some sort. He looks as if he could talk for days. "My name is Coiny! What's your name?"

I stare at him like he'd just drank out of the toilet. "Me? My name?" I ask him, bewildered.

"Of course! Don't you have one?"

I stare blankly at him. "No," I reply, kind of offended.

"Oh, sorry," he continues. "Want me to give you one?"

"Sure."

He places his hand on his chin and looks up, thinking. I stood there, anticipating his response. "Your name will be Leafy, because you are wearing a lot of green today."

I nod and turn away from him, pondering. I turn back to him and put my hand on his shoulder. As I do that, he looks up at me with a confused expression.

"Thank you, Coiny."

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