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My mouth was full of puddy.
"I'm gonna come in from behind," the hygienist told me, reaching around my head to stretch open my lips, stuff in a tray full of Play-Doh then press it against my top chompers (that's the medical term for what we laypeople call "teeth," she explained). When she did, globs of goo oozed from the sides of the trays, all but blocking my windpipe.
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