And a bed on the floor in the living room. There are three pillows, crunched together, a few folds of golden wrapped condoms, and a cat curled up on a fuzzy, white, blanket that M’s grandmother gave him when we first moved in.
The new patient questionnaire at my new dentist’s office asked:
“What is the reason for your visit today?”
I wrote: “I have teeth.”
I think I found it funnier than they did.
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