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As I enter the surgery, the sight of my dentist dressed in his white smock-like uniform always put
fear into me. I sit down, he raises the strange chair up and tips it back with that bright light he
sticks in my face everything confirms that the torture is about to begin all over again.
Just at that moment he leans over me - I can now see right up his nose.
He cheerfully says 'open please' and instantly begins prodding at my teeth and gums.
He jumps back - clearly he is startled!
His somewhat anxious voice suddenly and excitedly exclaims,
"Excuse me Miss, those are my balls that you are holding!"
"I know," I answer sweetly. " So let us be very careful not to hurt each other..... OK?"
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