There used to be a bar going across the backside of my bottom teeth. It was attached, a permanent retainer to keep the pearly whites from being too shifty. The piece was Protector and Guardian over a thousands-of-dollars investment in orthodontal work I had during puberty.
Today I had the bar removed. And thank god too, it's like a four-door sedan in my mouth: spacious!
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