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knitting a scarf she says compliments my
eyes.
“What's the matter, dear?”
"It's nothing," I snap and instantly
regret it. "I'm sorry." It doesn't help
burning bridges.
“It always helps to get things off
your chest,” she continues. This is why I
sedate her. This chatter and her attempts
at dissecting my life are tiresome. I need
to go back home if that is what you can
