Teeth on the Stairs
The teeth on my front steps? I could finally scrape them off. But I think I’ll leave them. Their incongruity against the boring brick stairs reminds me that there’s more to life than being tidy.
“You have teeth on your steps. Happy teeth!”
The delivery lady and I often say hi to one another, mostly because my office is at the front of the house, so I see the trucks when they pull in. If I’m f…
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