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November 24, 2015

I live in, if not constant fear, then frequent fear that my teeth are going to take a tip from my recurring dreams and decide to release themselves from the confines of my gums by a variety of terrifying methods.  I sit on the sofa and think, "It will happen right now and I will know this is not a dream.  They may not leave in a tidy row, like seeds removed from crisp spears of a peeled cucumber, but they will leave and I will not have the supreme relief of awakening and counting them quickly with my tongue.