Today's OneWord: Dentist

I went to the dentist to get a tooth pulled, and I ended up falling in love. She had strong hands and a smile that radiated even through the face mask she had pulled across her jaw. When she was done with the X-rays, she let me see her teeth as she exposed them in a grin - so white and pearly and beautiful. I was about ready to kiss her, only I knew she was married and wouldn't consent, not to mention that I was still horrifically numb from all of the novocaine.

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