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Out of the Office

She left me. I’m getting groceries by myself. I don’t like it, but I don’t like to starve. Announcements make me jump. I want to leave, but need to survive. My therapist is out of the office. Trust me, I called. Candy sounds good. I forget the olive oil. And the chicken. But I guess I’ll live. My therapist is out of the office. Still, she’s in my head. She cares a lot so she gets in my head. I’m alone in my house. There’s nothing in the fridge. I lie on the floor. I tried. My therapist is out of the office.

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