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The Dentist

One day, Charles decided he wasn't going to be a dentist anymore. He hung his white coat in its usual place and said goodbye to his secretary like he did every day. In the elevator on his way down he paid particular attention to the buttons on the panel. As he walked out into the late afternoon light, he noticed that there were a lot more cars in the parking lot than he was used to. He got into his sensible sedan and drove the eight miles to his home. When he pulled into the driveway, he noticed his wife smiling at him through the front window. Charles loved his wife very much. He walked through the front door and gave her a passionate kiss. Then he went upstairs to draw himself a bath. The steam from the hot water fogged up the mirror and he wrote his name in big block letters. He took some aspirin from the cabinet and swallowed them without a drink. Then he took the blade out of the antique razor his father had given him. It was hours before his wife noticed the lack of movement and sound in the bathroom. She discovered him floating in the pink water with a broad, contented grin on his face. He had never even liked teeth.