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