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“Felicity, you won’t be able to leave until we start to talk about your issues”

“My issues were a lack of ood,” I said

“This guy really can’t take a hint” Cleo played with the blinds “You re up and asking you for a date, as his name?”

“Andrew” Shit, I answered her

“What’s that? Who is Andrew?” Dr Butler asked

I shookto check up on your other patients? So before”

“Does the yelling bother you?”

I stopped wanting to ask if he was joking

“Seriously? Who gives these people their licenses?” Mark laughed “Of course yelling bothers her It’s yelling, you moron!”

I nodded in agreement… fuck

“Is so funny, Felicity?”

“Just your questions Can I get back to writing now?”

I didn’t wait for his reply Instead, I tried to focus, ignoring how hard it was to write when my hand shook more each day

This place wasme worse, not better

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