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Four days after they first met, Abe (hoping to stop Mihashi throwing up out of nerves) shoved a peppermint into his hand, prompting the embarrassed Mihashi to smile weakly. And, six months later, Mihashi still keeps the mint wrapper in his pocket as a reminder.
“Thank you, Abe,” he whispers as he practises pitching in his yard, rubbing the wrapper between his fingers, just so overwhelmingly grateful for the bond he and Abe share.