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I do not so much mind them asking me questions when they have twenty tools in my mouth. I just do not think I am ready for their nagging telling me I am doing everything wrong. No matter the answer you give them it is not good enough and that was when I had the regular appointments. Eight years and a broken tooth they are going to be bitchy. Then they are going to try to sell me a fake tooth. It just hurts my brain thinking of it all.

But yes, yes I could meet her in a car. Or in a car by the house or with a mouse. Oh I do not remember the rest, it has been a while. You get the point. I am still not a cunt though.