Tooth
The crunch was alarming.
Her brows knitted together in consternation as she
chewed.
She swallowed and her tongue probed her mouth cautiously,
and yep, there it was.
At her age, proof of her decrepitude looked back at
her every time she looked into the mirror.
She saw her brown hair turning silver, and the “smile
lines” around her eyes and mouth, and what the fuck was going on with her neck?
Gravity was clawing at her figure, and for some
reason, her feet were getting bigger.
But nothing made her feel older than a tooth imploding
while she was eating.
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