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Do Dogs Loose Their Baby Teeth


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  • Baby Teeth is a Chicago-based indie pop/rock band, currently signed to Lujo Records. They were a trio from their formation in 2002 until they added a guitarist in early 2007.
  • Deciduous teeth, otherwise known as milk teeth, baby teeth, temporary teeth and primary teeth, are the first set of teeth in the growth development of humans and many other mammals.
  • Baby Teeth is the first full-length album by the Screaming Females. The band recorded it themselves and also self released it on CD in 2006 and vinyl in early 2007.
    loose
  • free: grant freedom to; free from confinement
  • Set free; release
  • Relax (one's grip)
  • Untie; unfasten
  • not compact or dense in structure or arrangement; "loose gravel"
  • without restraint; "cows in India are running loose"
    dogs
  • A wild animal of the dog family
  • (dog) chase: go after with the intent to catch; "The policeman chased the mugger down the alley"; "the dog chased the rabbit"
  • (dog) frump: a dull unattractive unpleasant girl or woman; "she got a reputation as a frump"; "she's a real dog"
  • A domesticated carnivorous mammal that typically has a long snout, an acute sense of smell, and a barking, howling, or whining voice. It is widely kept as a pet or for work or field sports
  • The male of an animal of the dog family, or of some other mammals such as the otter
  • (dog) a member of the genus Canis (probably descended from the common wolf) that has been domesticated by man since prehistoric times; occurs in many breeds; "the dog barked all night"

Creating a Monster
Creating a Monster
Unfortunately, I crashed before I could save a good deal of this. This is what Pet was able to send to me because she crashed too. What happened before this: Pet approached Colette and asked her in a hush-hush way if she'd ever killed anyone. Then Pet started asking about The Shadow Stalkers, Colette said she'd been in it, and Pet asked how she got in. Now, read on... [0:07] Colette Loon was grinning like mad, being very amused. What a funny woman. "I got in because I was... very good friends with one of them. Still am. Maybe I can talk to him about getting you in." She itched her neck and continued. "There's not much I can teach you except not to care about your plaything. If you start doing that, well, you'll be a little bitch about it. I'll help you out. You remind me of my little sister a bit, but less snobby. Her name was Clair. Never mind about her though." [0:11] Pet Fiertze was beaming, entirely pleased. "Oh, would you really? Would... YOU ever go back to them? With me? Are they mean to their own? I always wondered if they're people I see walking the streets, every day." She was rambling, unable to contain her excitement. This woman was being so perfectly good to her, exactly what she'd been needing ever since these anti-goodytwoshoes desires started to rouse. [0:17] Colette Loon uncrossed her arms and placed one hand on her hip. "I said yes, didn't I? Yep. As for the Shadows, I don't know if I can go back. You know the Marines? I'm about to join I think. My buddy is a Marine. I just gave him my application. I get free guns, food, shelter, and I get to bully people. It's gonna be great. I don't think I can go back to the Shadows at all." she paused, taking a breath. "They are the people walking the streets sometimes. But mostly, we... they... stick to the... well, shadows. The alleys, the catwalks at times, if those damned cats aren't around. I can do it openly. I stabbed Auntie and the MPD was only looking for me for a few hours. I just... I don't know about them. I'll help you out, Petty Pet Pet." [0:23] Pet Fiertze smiled sheepishly, cheeks pinkening mildly at her own zealousness. She didn't mean to come across too strong. "That is so very nice of you. Thank you," She mewed wistfully, brow knitting as she contemplated the woman's words. "Yes, those stupid cat people act like it's their property. You can just... Get away with it, being a Marine? I thought they were good people," Pet mused naively. "Will you play with me, sometimes? I come up with creative things to do to people, and I want to so bad sometimes. It keeps me awake." [0:25] Colette Loon smiled again. "Yes, I am being pretty nice, aren't I? Isn't that strange? And no, probably not. I'm not a Marine yet. People will hold grudges, so you gotta be sneaky." She grinned wider. "Of *course*, I will play with you." [0:30] Pet Fiertze near-swooned, overcome, and threw her arms melodramatically around Colette. "It is so weird for people to be nice, here. 'Specially the killers." She mumbled, nuzzling a bit contently into the woman's bosom, if not instantly rejected, and then withdrew from the mini bear hug. She was absolutely thrilled about the prospective partner in crime. [0:32] Colette Loon was taken back. Man, she sure hadn't been hugged in a while. Anyone else would have probably been tossed off or stabbed, but this one reminded her of her sister. She humored her and hugged her back a bit awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah. You're like a damn puppy dog, y'know that? I'll turn you into a blood lusting wolf, if you'd like." [0:36] Pet Fiertze blinkblinked, eyes asparkle. "I want to be able to be that, but I want to be me too! At the same time. I'm not like a puppy dog, though. I was thinking the other day, the streets were so crowded. It would be funny to skip along the awnings, dumping mustard gas down there. Or to have a friend on the other side, with a huge bucket of ammonia! And then one with bleach. And then toss them at the same time, down onto the crowd. For fun, you know?" She had many of said ideas running around in her head, and they wanted out. Finding someone with whom she could relate, to Pet, was like finding a damn-near soulmate. [0:40] Colette Loon felt it appropriate to pull out her switchblade and open it. She ran a gloved finger along the shiny blade. "See this? This is my baby. Think of me as Van Gogh and this... my paintbrush... and someone's flesh... the *canvas*. I love knives. Do you like knives. I just adore them." [0:45] Pet Fiertze canted her head at the woman after paying proper observation and reverence to 'her baby', lips twitching in semi-psychotic pleasure. "I like knives. And scalpels... Before Midian, I was one of the youngest neurosurgeons. I just wanted to help people then, but now... I think things like, wouldn't it be fun to experiment? Damage someone's
my baby teeth
my baby teeth
the last 6 of my baby teeth. i had to have them pulled before i got braces ages ago. i kept them in the little treasure chest that my dentist gave me.

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