I tell you to floss, but do you listen? No. And now look at you. Your molars look like lemon poppyseed muffins.
UHN SARRUH, DAHGGA TZDELL.
Don’t “I’m sorry Doctor Tisdale” me, Geraldine. Floss, or you will never get a boyfriend.
UHM AGJILLEH DAYDIN A SHEVNAU.
Did you just say you’re dating a chef?
YEZ.
That’s so hot. When I’m done cleaning these abominations I want details.
kisses
HEY U GUIZE
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