“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She muttered. “Okay.” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll floss my freakin’ teeth.”
She left the dentist’s office still muttering. Floss. You’d think it was the second coming the way the dentist talked about it. All that BS about cavities and receding gums just sounded so gross. The damn dentist was lucky she remembered to brush sometimes. Bossy bitch.
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