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Day 25 (Tuesday): You need to go to the dentist for a check up. You hate the dentist. Tell me about the emotionally painful experience. ("Sedoka" in a tercet form.)
I suffer trauma; Novocain needle is poised As Musak plays above me: “Fly Me To the Moon.” I wish I were there right now!" I think, and close my eyes tight.
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