And in the book I finished last night, the most absurdly poetic description of morning breath that I've encountered: "Upon waking I tasted the morning in my mouth." Do you have more absurd ones?
Well...it could have been, "Upon waking I tasted the *stale evening* in my mouth."
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"Upon waking I tasted the morning in my mouth." Do you have more absurd ones?
Well...it could have been, "Upon waking I tasted the *stale evening* in my mouth."
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