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Originally Posted by m1rr0r dash
have you read dead babies by martin amis? one of the characters has something like this about his teeth, but way worse...
"Away from the drill!"
"What? I say, Giles, are you all right?"
Giles had been lynig on his bed, bent double with psychosomatic toothache. His stragled shout had been a semi-delerious reply to Quentin's courtly knock. By 12:30, Giles had consumed five Gin Rickeys, four gin and tonics, three gin and its, two gin and bitters, and one gin.
throughout the book theres a running joke about how bad his phobia is... he has a medicine cabinet full of dentist's picks of various shapes and sizes and cleans his teeth in front of a porcelain sink entirely covered in foam padding... at one point another character is commenting on a chick she thinks has a too-perfect centrfold body and an average to unattractive face. Giles says "i actually thought she had really nice..." and hesitates. she says, "oh. Giles...." and he mutters "...teeth, actually"
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ahaha
i don't care about the appearance of my nose being fucked up from injuries i just cannot STAND the thought of injuring (spec. breaking) my nose. if i think about intensely it or if i actually hurt myself i will start stamping my feet and flailing my arms, literally i can't take it.