I lay on the couch and stared at the stark, white ceiling.
After a time, Dr. Wiesen approached wearing a poorly fitting, stiffly starched white coat. He looked down at me. His smile – reassuring in the middle, sadistic around the edges - I had seen before. He picked up the card attached to the side of the couch and viewed it through thick, antique glasses.

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