My therapist believes that I need thrice-weekly sessions for the next 50 years and/or until my demise.
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4 comments:
oh the blessed deus ex machina....
I suspect you gave up on it too soon, Ellis.
Prozac, already you imagine my death and, for that, I am honoured.
regards.
Hmmmmmmm
nothing to say...
just ponder.....
nothing to do....
just wonder.....
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