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Scalpels glinting across their sterile glasses They lay me down on my twin-sized cot and start reading me my progress report. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes lecturing me on the results of my latest psychotextual evaluations. On the clinical hermeneutics of my calligraphy and the statistical significance of my word choice. But the good news is, that apart from a few minor pessimistic setbacks (nothing…
