Take a Bow
The train conductor smiles at me, completely unÂaware that anything is amiss. He reaches out. I hand him my ticket. And then, out of nowhere, I flash him a grin: only where my left front tooth used to be, there is now a substantial hunk of broccoli. I continue smiling as though nothing is wrong, […]
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