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Sep 2016
You can't sleep?
No.
Want to talk about it?
No.
It might help
It won't.
Why might that be?  When i am worried or upset I
find it is better to talk to someone about it.
I am not you.
That's for sure. You seem to change moods with
the direction of the breeze.You keep things in too much.
There you go analyzing me. Tell me what
college did you get your Ph.D in Psychiatry from?
I didn't mean to make it worse. I am sorry.
Well, that doesn't really help. I have  bad news I have to tell you.
My heart sunk. My breath left.
Okay. Tell me.
Remember when we separated? Those three months you had to go and
find your roots or sow oats or  whatever you had to do?
I remember.
Well, I am pregnant.
That is wonderful.
No,
No it isn't.
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