Upon my visit to the dentist around six summers ago, she told me that I needed to wear braces for the upper and lower panel of my teeth. All my teeth were “permanent”, no cavities nor whatsoever were at sight; my teeth were in good condition, and she figured I’m ready to wear these “glued-on train tracks”. I had more teeth than the usual number and I had a terrible overbite. Not knowing the pains and setbacks of wearing these “metal mouths”, I immediately, and excitedly, agreed.
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