I never liked garlic, and I certainly hated “garlic breath”.
The minute I walked into the tiny get-away cottage, I was overwhelmed by the garlic. Truthfully, the place reeked.
All of it went outside and I opened the windows wide to freshen the place. With just one whiff of dinner, I knew I was going to live on bread alone despite the hostess going on and on about immunity.
Late the next night I met the only local that didn’t have garlic breath. Divine.
Awake once again, my aversion to garlic is worse. And sunlight. I should have listened…
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