You loaned me a pencil and I ate an orange. I couldn't wash my hands before I used it. Afterward I smelled it when you weren't looking. Would you notice?
You took your pencil back and I tried to hide the rind. Acidic and bitter sweet, it takes a while for soap to do its job. I said thank you and looked from the side. You smelled something, too, and held the pencil to your nose. Was that a clench before you pocketed it?
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