“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. You look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And you have that same expression on your face,” shes says. You still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at you and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients or something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” you say with the same expression on your face that you have had for the past 30 minutos according...
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