Even though our time together was short and for most of that time you had your fingers and a suction tube in my mouth, I feel as though we shared a strong connection. The brief discussion we had, prior to Mr Beath probing my mouth with this scraper and inspecting my teeth with his mirror, was enough for me, and you (I believe) to realise that something else was lingering between our small talk. My attempts to sneak a quick word after my appointment seem futile as Mr Beath beckoned me to the front counter to cough up the twelve dollars it cost him to clean and pack my wounded soccet. All I want you to know is that those twelve dollars were worth every cent, purely for the fact that I got to spend the time with you.
Dan.
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