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2006-05-27
No doubt you saw this coming: the dentist informed me I have three cavities that need to be filled. The visit itself was otherwise uneventful, though it did serve as inspiration for this dramatic short story.
“You have three cavities,” the dentist whispered through his mask. “Sibyl has dissociated into a baby!” I shrieked moodily, which I have lately taken to doing whenever something unexpected happens.
FIN
The same dentist assured the Professor that his teeth were healthy as a horse’s. This would hardly be remarkable, except for the fact that the Professor has visited the dentist only twice in his life—and one of those times was in Korea, where, I am told, men floss with human hair if they do it at all, and where it is believed that toothaches happen when the penis-faced god gets circumcised. What is going on here? Is the universe trying to teach me a lesson? Because The Mirror Has Two Faces tried to teach me a lesson once, and I have pretty much never gotten over it.
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