I sort of always loved the dentist. We chatted amicably. He'd give me a free toothbrush and floss. My teeth would be so shiny and pretty. I wouldn't have a broken tooth. I had dental insurance.
We still had a nice chat. Even though most of it was over three rounds of Novocaine. Three.
I have a new toothbrush and floss. Along with a rinse to help heal minor mouth wounds.
My teeth are shiny and pretty. Set off nicely by my swollen, sore, red gums.
I don't have a broken tooth. Anymore.
And I don't have dental insurance.
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