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Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave
Soul Teeth
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Chapter 4
A constant splattering of rain fell as Paty drove us through the darkness of the city a week and a half later at 9:30 pm on a Wednesday night to the dentist's office to have my teeth yanked out. The wipers swished and clacked across the windshield. I stared at the drops of water and the way the street lights illuminated them.
"Don't be so morose, Laysan. It'll be over soon." Paty was trying to calm me.