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The sun was hot, and Thomas disappeared into the house, returning a minute later with beach towels and yet another tube of sunscreen. “I’m still trying to find one Boris likes the smell of.”
“Why does everything have to smell like fruit?” Boris protested.
“Well, this one smells like a sweaty man’s crotch.”
"Really?” Boris grabbed the tube and opened it.
Thomas laughed. “Look at him, getting all excited about it.”
“It doesn’t really smell like crotch, does it?” Hans asked, screwing up his face in distaste.
“No,” Boris said sadly. “Thomas is a liar. But it smells okay.”
He held out the tube for Hans to sniff. It was musky, but more like cologne than crotch.
*dies laughing*
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