a tiny chunk of metal came out of my tooth and i said nothing. i have the existential fear of my own teeth and the dentists of my past are out of a horror movie. now i have a sharp dagger in there that scrapes my inner mouth. 

mister has bad teeth too. i'm like a dog, i'm with him, neither of us go to the dentist. i wish we both had good strong teeth. i wish i'd never got bad work done with heavy metal buttressing. and i'm glad mister doesn't have my terror of teeth.