"so, who is this boy?"
"what do you mean?"
"who is he? tell me about him, his name, his eyes, his hair - anything."
"he doesn't like me talking about him."
"why?"
"because he's mine, and other people want him."
"oh. well, are you able to tell me one thing about him, at least?"
"...his breath smells of peppermint."
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peppermint breath
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