Those crusty little peas were so delicious, and he was so nervous, that Chris ate the whole bag before he realized it. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend – could he even call her that yet? – in two weeks, and on top of the zits he had cultivated under his wispy preadolescent beard (which had also cultivated in her absence), his breath now tasted like a bowl of Chinese mustard. He brushed his teeth five times, rinsed with an entire bottle of Listerine, but when she came to the door, he could still taste it.
“Hi Hannah. How was Hawaii? Heavenly?”
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Title by: Doug R
Story by: Nick
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