his standing in front of “front of” stands out like a sore thumb. As it stands, we have his and, three words later, his again. We have no room in this locker room for his and that. I can’t stand it. It stands to reason that the first his must stand aside.
This his sure thinks highly of himself. I wish he would leave, but he seems adamant about staying. Until his is history, I’m going to have a hissy fit. You’ll just have to deal with my histrionics, readers.
You don’t stand a chance.