Back in my day, going to the dentist was less about dental hygiene and more about testing your ability to survive medieval torture with a smile. Forget laughing gas — if you were lucky, you got a stick to bite on and maybe a lollipop afterward, which seems like mixed messaging if you ask me.Nowadays, kids waltz into offices that look like space stations, with flat-screen TVs on the cei...
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