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I stared at her. “Is that your professional diagnosis Dr. James?”
“Yes.” She nodded as she pulled a notebook out of her bag.
I lifted my arm to press the button for the elevator. I couldn’t have this conversation right now.
As the doors opened I heard paper rip. “And this is my prescription for your injury.”
She pushed a piece of paper into my palm and walked away. I stepped onto the elevator and looked down at the paper she’d handed me.
Scribbled in blue ink were the words:Remove your head from your ass before you lose the best thing that ever happened to you.
I wish it was that simple.
