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by Jerry Whorebach 07/26/2019, 3:05am PDT |
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I saw him for 45 minutes once every two months, all he could spare, which was just long enough for him to write me a new prescription and pretend to believe my lies about all the coffee shops I was visiting like it says in his notes we talked about. It's a pulp and paper town, not a mental health town, is what I'm saying. |
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