By night they come. The teeth. Shimmering, effervescent motes of white against the eternal black. The teeth. A dental deity dancing distractingly, disastrously close. The teeth. A flash in the moonlight, a pearl-white smile. They shine. They sparkle. The teeth. Our least favorite romance movie cliche.

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