RIP Mr. Dental Floss. You will be missed. You were always there for me. Ready to floss my teeth. You didn't run and hide when I had corn on the cob. You just did your job. You were my very own, loyal box of floss for 10 (or 15?) years. Rest in peace, my friend.
I'm sad, but I think I will be OK. I have many, many more boxes of dental floss to choose from here at home. Some how I inherited a few
If you need any floss, let me know. I'm sure I can part with a box......or six.
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