A dentist’s office–kid’s fruity toothpaste, floral hand sanitizer, fish tank salt, vague panic and rubber soled shoes.
Gets a bit into the face and lasts as long as that smooth feeling on the incisors after a polishing.

This is the second time I’ve thought, “Maybe I won’t bother trying the new Nest when it comes out.”

I think I’ll go floss my molars now.

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My dentist pipes in “Hits of the Seventies.”