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by Katharine Ammon
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My sister and I were waiting in the waiting room at our dentist office when finally the doctor called out our names. I was first to get my teeth cleaned so my sister sat in one of the waiting chairs next to the door. The dentist started cleaning my teeth when all of a sudden something my sister had told me once popped into my head. What she said was that when she was born, the doctor smacked her butt long and hard to see if she was retarded or not. In the dentist chair, I started silently laughing to myself. Just the thought of me laughing while the dentist was cleaning my teeth made me laugh even harder. I looked over at my sister to see her trying not to smile. The dentist then stopped what she was doing and asked if I was OK. I nodded and laughed so hard the water in my mouth spewed all over me and the dentist chair.




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