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The inside of Dom's mouth tasted like peppermint and chocolate. Images of the taste swirled through Billy's head as they kissed, of the oil going into the melted chocolate and milk in the saucepan, of the peppermint stick between Dom's fingers that smudged them red being slowly turned as a stirrer in the hunter green mug. The heat of that mug as they had drawn together, lightly burning Billy's arm just before Dom put it aside. The Christmas tree lights sent fragmented rainbows of color through Dom's spiky hair just before his nearness blocked Billy's vision of their tiny world. |