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Dr Morrison’s disappoint his throat, he flipped to another point inthrough the hot war in the world that could frighten s were

Then there was a tearing, ripping sound, and the dru was pain, pain, PAIN I never felt pain like that before, and I tried to screa I fled from the pain, and the pain followed , until it wasn’t co to die I had to run as fast as I could, had to find a neay to run, and the sound of druet to safety before the druet to safety at all I had to save the dru

He looked up "That’s an odd amount of importance to place on a sound, don’t you think? What do the drums represent to you, Sally?"

"I don’t know It was just a dreaht I only wrote it down because Nathan said thatquite so hard if he felt like he had so to interpret, and it wasn’tthe opposite I made a mental note to ss They’re our subconscious trying to co look on his face was tooin the womb, aren’t you? That’s what you always say when you want to sound i expression didn’t waver

"Look, I can’t be drea in the wo before the accident, and I don’t" I struggled to keep s people have told reat, and then suddenly everything goes to hell? It doesn’t take a genius to guess that the dru I know they lost me twice in the aht I was actually brain-dead If I hadn’t woken up when I did, they would have pulled the plug I irl they say I was, but at least she didn’t have to go through physical therapy, or relearn the English language, or relearn everything about living a normal life Do I feel isolated from her? You bet I do Lucky bitch died that day, at least as long as her one I’m just the one who has to deal with all the paperwork"

Dr Morrison raised an eyebrow, looking nonplussed Then he reached for his notepad "Interesting," he said

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The rest of the session was as seared to ed them as best as I could, and bit the inside of ht lose my cool At the end of the hour, ere both disappointed He was disappointed because I hadn’t done , and I was disappointed because I’d yelled in the first place I hate losingit in front of people like Dr Morrison Being Sally Mitchell sucks sometimes There’s always another doctor ants a question answered and thinks the best way to do it is to poke a stick through the bars of e I didn’t volunteer to be the first person whose life was saved by a tapeworm It just happened

I have to reet too ridiculous: I aineered tapeworm Not a miracle; God was not involved in my survival They can call it an "iuard," with or without that da about a tapeworly, blind, parasitic invertebrate that lives in my small intestine, where it naturally secretes a variety of useful che--as it turns out--some that both stimulate brain activity and clean toxic byproducts out of blood

The doctors were as surprised by that as I was They’re still investigating whether the tapewors are connected to my memory loss Frankly, I neither care nor particularly want to know I’m happy ho I’ve become since the accident

Dr Morrison’s receptionist sned out SymboGen required physically-witnessed time stamps for my sessions I s to do I’d tried being friendly during my first six months of sessions, until I learned that I was basically under review fro I did while inside the office could be entered into my file Since those first six s in the lobby, they were enough to buy me even more therapy

"Have a nice day, Miss Mitchell," said the receptionist, taking back her clipboard "See you next week"

I sain, sincerely this tiree hatever assess with me If there is any justice in this world, you’ll never be seeing ain"

Maybe the coood to see her perfectlyat me as I turned back to the door and made my way quickly out of the office, into the sweet freedom of the afternoon air