"Oh, that don't matter a bit. He'll try. And when he does, you remember I
told you," John said, pointing a finger at him.
"But back to the point, he smells like honey. And that bloke with the
guitar over there smells like blackberries. You smell like something I
can't put my finger on. It's sweet, I know that."
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"Oh, that don't matter a bit. He'll try. And when he does, you remember I told you," John said, pointing a finger at him.
"But back to the point, he smells like honey. And that bloke with the guitar over there smells like blackberries. You smell like something I can't put my finger on. It's sweet, I know that."