You chose to start biting back.

You begin mashing your teeth together, grinding all that falls between them and hoping that the force of your anxiety driven fangs can rid your mouth of the ants that are causing the anxiety. The mashing helps a little. You watch from the side of your vision as tiny, defeated warriors fall from your lips and drop to the ground. Each ant slams onto the ground, defeated from your murderous invasion.

You choose to…

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