“Just relax, Dr. Jackson,” the dentist smiled as he put on his facemask.
If it was meant to be reassuring, it wasn’t working. Daniel thought the gleam in his eye was sinister. The song ‘Son, be a dentist’ from Little shop of Horrors wouldn’t stop going round his head.
“Now, you’ll just feel a little prick,” warned the dentist.
Oh boy, am I glad
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