What The Dentist Saw Within
At the Ol’ Watering Hole, Tornado Tom snorted back his laughter in a phlegmy display of sarcastic disbelief, following that with a quaff of his beer and a quippy remark, “So you’re saying this patient of yours has a talking tumor? I know a fib when I hear one the same way my grandad can tell if it’s going to rain based on the aches in his knees.”
“Is that where you get your weather reports then, Hedasky?” the dentist said with a smile, before adding, “Hear me out, Tom, for I wouldn’t lie to you about this. Earlier today, I met the growth, and it changed me. While I stared at the small fleshy marble, I had realized that I had not lived my life to the fullest. A strange moment of clarity had overwhelmed me. I knew then I wanted to protect it.”
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