Sunday, January 14, 2018

Final Nail, Part XXI

Last night, as I was struggling to get to sleep (I didn't sleep well), I thought about this:

Imagining a female therapist with glasses and a bun of hair, and a pen in her hand and a notepad on her lap. She says, "You don't think he means it when he says, 'Please move on.' "

"No. Why would he mean it this time, and not the other times?"

She raises her eyebrow, and then quickly writes down notes. "Patient is in denial, possibly psychotic, need further inquiry," her handwriting says.

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