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Len Gurts Waits Outside His Therapist’s Office

And so there is nothing in being clever. It should seriously go.

Here I am, sighing.

There better be a reason for this argumen… No—

no—fifteen years—still not.

I wonder if he’d risk

telling the kids, early, about it, or

sitting in silence with her (though he would

tell her, early) for the whole session.

I see a figure, and it is teetering on the edge of an edge. It is comfortable, just, remembering clouds.


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