The ominous sight of the familiar postcard, that seemed to mock me as I plucked it from my mailbox, caused my stomach to start churning immediately. How could it possibly be that time again? I suppose it is inevitable that the routine experiences in life that we fear, in my case a visit to the dentist, seem to approach us with greater rapidity than we might prefer. This was one occasion when I
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door, for almost letting this situation get the better of me. I did not dwell on this thought for long, however, as I sat down, turned the music up and enthusiastically went home. The knowledge that in another six months I would receive an additional postcard, requesting my presence to repeat this scenario, for now, paled into insignificance. I was far too busy celebrating in my freedom to worry about what might happen next year.