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Dream June 26, 2016

My teeth were crumbling, falling out and turning to dust, i ran to the sink, spit out teeth and blood, looked in the mirror and new teeth were growing back


I showed my mother my new teeth growing in,, she said they were  pretty and then felt my gums and said they were so strong

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