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She caught flak for her plague -ridden buckteeth, which also had plaque. This was bad. Bubonic? Smallbox? Ebola? Did it matter? Floss would cure anything! I mean penicillin floss of a thousand nights. Scheherazade had stories, but so did her buck teeth. If you only pull yourself together ... and pull over, and fess up. Right now dammit! Cut some slack to me, brother!
She brushed her award-winning plaque.
"Best in show" read the plaque.
"Plaque is back."
