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Wanting air, needing space. It's odd how
you can desire someone so painfully but
still despise them at the same time. I need
to see my therapist again, try to make
sense of all this.
His gaze moves to the clock on the
wall, and he groans. "You're right. I
gotta get going. Got a new assistant
starting this morning, and that'll
hopefully free up some of my time." He
