Saturday Night Social: Hosted By a Perfume that Smells Like Teeth Falling Out
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Not unlike Kathleen Hou over at The Cut, I tend to have nightmares about my teeth falling out (or at least I used to—those dreams have since morphed into ones in which a stick of chewing gum disintegrates in my mouth and falls down my throat, leaving me desperately attempting to claw it out with my fingers. Do analyze accordingly).