“Look, his first teeth!”
Anton’s father leaned over the edge of the crib to take a closer look.
“Are they supposed to develop this soon?” he wondered.
“And two at once to boot…”
“Pointy too,” his wife said. “Cute, right?”
It was Transylvania after all.
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