just two on one side of my mouth. my face is lopsided for the time being. and my dentist didn't put me to sleep. and he also did me the favor of letting me know that he had to dig and cut unusually deep because my tooth was so buried and therefore i would be in a lot more pain during the healing process. so for three hours i was sitting, wide awake and anxious that i would feel something, anything, any sort of pain, and i didn't, and because i didn't feel anything, i was panicking. what a weird feeling. and all i could think about the entire time was that line salinger uses in zooey's manuscript, the one he's reading over the bathtub, rick's part, when rick calls theresa a beautiful little moron. and how that is so similar to fitzgerald's phrase, when daisy is being dramatic about the birth of her daughter, when she says pretty little fool. and i was sitting there on the dentist chair for about three hours thinking of which one i liked better and why. and how i need to read more. and all that sort of thing.
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