Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, April 27, 2014
A Visit to the Dentist
We sit with our downstairs neighbors on their deck as the clouds roll in, drinking proscecco and chatting.
"It's kind of an emotional roller coaster," Katie says. "After they've been drilling, my legs don't work and my hands are numb and my core is cold, and I'm just this lump of cold sweat."
"I guess I kind of go into shock," she finishes, shrugging.
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