Picture the scenario: you’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks (possibly months, possibly years) and now it has actually arrived. You can’t believe it is happening! The most perfect thing in the world is about to kiss you…but just as your lips are about to touch there is a pause….and then a flinch.
And then a grimace.
And then you realise…
…you stink.
OK, so there are no literary awards up for grabs and even if there were, I ain’t winning any for that little foray into the world of romantic prose. But you catch my minty fresh drift. Every now and then your breath will stink. That’s a fact.
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