Story from a co-worker:
I was 16. Just got my braces off after four long (and expensive) years with a mouthful of metal. It was well after midnight when I knocked on my girlfriend’s bedroom window. No response. Knocked again. Louder. Then even louder. Then too loud. Now the whole family was awake. I ran behind the neighbor’s house to get away. But the next thing I knew, a metal wire dog run was in my mouth, cutting its corners and yanking out my freshly straightened front tooth...
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