
Today I spent forty five minutes and $208 at the dentist. When the hygienist finished picking at my teeth, she said she was going to floss my teeth and apply fluoride. At this I probably jumped in my chair. "What do you mean by fluoride?" I asked. She explained either she could paint it on or use the trays. "If you use the trays, I will cry and scream like a four year old," I explained maturely. She painted it on and exclaimed that she enjoyed my wit. I didn't have the heart to tell her I was serious; it wasn't my unending wit.
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