Their last meal

Recently, I had two teeth pulled and replaced with implants.
Just as condemned killers get a final meal on death row, I gave my teeth a final meal on their last day.
It was a packet of caramel chocolates. The gooiest, stickiest, sweetest I could find.
The loose teeth in their sockets were excruciating, but after serving me for almost fifty years, I figured I’d let them have their moment.
Even pondered going to the mall for some rhinestones or bling so they could go out in style.
But even a condemned tooth needs to maintain its dignity, I feel.

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