My tooth broke off. The false tooth, the one I managed to get replaced in Spain (and had lost in the Sahara).
What can you do... the life-span of these acrylic teeth is short. It’s pretty uncomfortable, not only because I look scary, but it’s hard to eat without it. So, I had no other option, in the small town of Cardel I bought a new replacement. Since we’re on a low budget mission here, there was no money to buy a ceramic tooth, I’m wearing an acrylic one again, valued 40 bucks here. As we’re almost broke again, I wasn’t really happy about it. I guess it’s hard to deny, our smile on the picture is not wholehearted.
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