I've always been especially self-conscious about my breath. I grew up with an older brother who made great sport of trapping me in clouds of reek that came from his various orifices. I have especially acute memories of the fetid air that came out of his mouth in the mornings. As a pissed off teenager it was easy to come to the conclusion that my brother's breath smelled that way simply as a reflection of what a horrible person he was: loud, obnoxious, prone to tyrannical outbursts of violence. How could his breath not smell like a dying possum in a sewer?
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