This morning as I was to enjoy my book on the train on my way to work, a distraction from the bad breath of the man sitting next to me ruined everything.

I shouldn’t have got distracted, because the joy reading brings should be way beyond that physical odour level, but unfortunately, I did. The words in the book were seen, but the messages were not at all absorbed. My guess was that he had had coffee before coming to the station, and when the sourness of coffee got blended with the already funny breath he had, a tragedy unfolded.

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