My Literature Professor's brows drew together, clashing like L's in a duoliteral dual, as he advanced towards me, speedily erasing any chance for forethoughtful speculation that could have saved me from the wicked zephyr of his morning breath, which I can only compare to a reverse anthesis bursting with stale coffee and rotten sausages.
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