I came in and sat down in the chair. I was terrified what they’d pull from me this time. I sat there anxious, tense, uneasy, on edge. They called my name “Bob” I walked to them with great suspicion, and moved into the back room or hell itself. They said congratulations, your teeth are perfect.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
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