Ah, the joys of obsessive-compulsive disorder: I have a toothache. I'm going to the periodontist on the 27th, and quite frankly, I think I'm going to lose the tooth. So anyway I have this ache off and on.
So at about, oh, say, 3 a.m., the ache is a dull throb. And I'm not really awake. And so somewhere in the dim reaches of my mind, it occurs to
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