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The Dentist

I went to the dentist today. Of course, I didn't find it amusing that I had a cavity, or that I would have part of my tooth sawed off, and I know it is important to take things seriously.  However, I have to admit. It was funny to see half of my face sag for the next three hours. Even funnier when I tried to eat lunch.  Despite the humor, I don't want to go back any time soon.

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  1. I wrote something else for today, but it just seemed so spiteful that I could not post it.

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