Dentist

“So you’re a writer?” my dentist says. “That’s awesome. I love books, except for weird or scary stuff. So what is it that you write, Jeremy?”

“Um,” I say. A tear rolls down my cheek.

“Oh sorry,” she says, readjusting her drill. “Am I hurting you?”

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, you are.”

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