Too empathetic. I carefully shut the door after Bea exits, leaning my forehead against the other side. She won't be going back to that foster family. Even now the cops are on their way to arrest that sick excuse of a human being. He's done enough to Bea to get an immediate lock up. I'm not going to cry, I tell myself as the first, hot tear worms its way down my face. I press my face against the expensive door inside the clinic I share with other doctors and bite my lip. Pain sears where my teeth touch and I yelp, immediately touching the tender spot with my finger. What the hell? I walk swiftly to the bathroom and gaze into the mirror, looking closely at my teeth. I don't like what I see. My canine teeth, as they're called, seem to be performing some kind of circus act and changing. Unbelievable. As if that twenty plus extra pounds I'm running around with isn't enough to worry about. Or my lack of A Man in the picture. Or my status of barren. Yup. Now I've got a case of skank mouth to top off the misery cake like a spoiling cherry.
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