It was never what she would have expected to find herself talking about. Seeing yet another therapist, she was sure she would end up talking about suicide or Rivier. Not romance.
Surely other topics were more important. Why waste the doctor’s time with her and her imaginary stories?
But the doctor kept asking. She’d have to pick up where she left off two weeks later.
Why did she let Trumpet Soccer Player have this much of her time in the first place? And why did the doctor have to get excited? Why did he look intrigued and invested? This should be the most boring thing in the world to him. Why didn’t she just stop talking, just let the dead horse be?
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