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A visit to the dentist

Before beer it was time for the dentist

The sun was shining and the air was alive with the sounds of commuters ripping off their ties and descending on bars. Everyone was in a party mood. And I was in the dentist. On Friday 13th. Fourteen years since the last time I went, I was leaning back in a chair with bright lights blinding me and a voice…