Nobody PROBABLY wonders what your breath tastes like. We are 300 million strong; I know almost nothing. At 15, I wondered though: Would Kathi's breath first time in my mouth be apples or peaches or fresh-cut flowers? (Apples.) The taste of innocence, the taste of experience: different. Yet: Simone's breath, from deepest lung and throat, is fresh as spring water. My Spoop. Good as any element in the periodic table.
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