So Spills said to me today, "I have a sweet tooth. It's right here."
She pointed to a tooth on the bottom.
"It's nice," I said.
"The only problem is, when it falls out. Then I won't have a sweet tooth."
"That is a problem. What will you do?"
She brightened. "Wait, I just remembered! It's a grown-up tooth! It will never fall out! I will have a sweet tooth FOREVER."
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