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- Posted: Mon, 08 Oct 2012 03:26:09 +0000
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ȷƫ'ȿ ŋ ơ ƫ ʍɩʂʂ...
i could live with theȷƫ'ȿ Ď ơ ƈ ƫ ơ ŗ
p l a c etardism o o dtardisc o m p a n i o n
o f f i c etardisc o n c e r n e dtardisj o r d a n
So far this had been a very predictable conversation on Katharyn's part. So, when he asked her about what they were even supposed to talk about, let's just say Katharyn was prepared. She was even prepared when he drew the questions on to her and why she'd chosen her carreer. Really, that was an interesting story, Katharyn hoped by anyones standards, but it was certainly inappropriate to share it with her own patient. Her therapist maybe...but certainly not her patient."Oh, now we both know that I am the one that's supposed to be asking questions. And for things to talk about, how about we start with your most recent transgression. The one that got you sent here in the first place."
Katharyn could see him eyeing her paper and she realized that it actually gave her a smug sense of satisfaction to find that he might be nervous about what exactly she was writing. Placing her pen down on the yellow pad, she brought her right writing hand up to rest her chin on. Though, she was interested in what he had to say, she wanted to appear as compelled as she could. This method, she found, worked on those that thrive off of others attention...as she had.