A 3-month-old boy is brought to the clinic by his mother ...

I swallowed hard and ducked my head into her maw, my neck hovering between two rows of gigantic, closely-spaced snaggly teeth. The rank, sulfurous breath slapped into my face at full force, making my eyes water, and I had to spend a moment blinking. Toothless hated it. He grabbed me by the back of the coat, ready to tug me away. ................
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