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The last biteAll his life Henry Marlow had had an almost morbid fascination with teeth. They seemed to occupy his mind constantly, his father had thought scorn upon this somewhat disturbing fixation; but his son, taking no heed of his fathers advice to enter the family firm, had plummeted recklessly into the profession of dentistry. Starting as a simple assistant he gradually worked his way up to the top, it took not long before he owned a little practice of his own, with a respectable amount of patients. He had married a nice girl, nothing remarkable mentally or physically; though she had quite excellent teeth. He usually went off to the offiThe last bite
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