dentistry

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Bridges are sure weird. Creepy as a matter of fact, but don't tell T. He's next and we'll let him rest in denial.

This time it's a night guard to protect my cracked teeth from more cracking.

How I CHEW! And clench! Like Atlas must have, placing all the worry into one heavy load. He held his weight upon his flexed muscles. I hold my weight crunching down with flexed jaw.

You'd think it was the end of the world!

We have the nicest, Mr Roger-est dentist ever. I've enjoyed taking care of my mouth with those wonderful people.

But now I'm tired of it.
What a terrible year of teeth!

I promise I'll be polite.
Is that what politeness is?
Pretending you're not ready to scream?

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