Not just the fact that there's essentially rotting food hanging out in my mouth. It's the oh-so-subtle pressure of something between the teeth, pushing them apart ever so slightly. I feel violated.
This can literally drive me insane. I've left work/parties/dinner before just to procure some floss from the drug store.
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That's why you had dental floss so readily available in Mexico :)
For flossing my ICE.
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