"you should do something more with the room, maybe add a little colour."
"don't avoid my question."
"well what would you like me to say? he is my best friend, i love him very much, i--"
"do you still see him?"
"what? no!"
"you always talk about him in present tense. i'm just curious."
"whatever. i don't want to talk about this anymore."
"okay, so tell me about your neighbours."
"their cat always shits outside my window. they have a cool pool though. hey cool pool, that rhy--"
[groans and puts head in hands]
"the people."
"oh. um, their son goes to my school. he seems normal. i mean, a bit jittery. um, his mom dropped off this really good cake when they first moved in. it was like marble and my mom let me eat it for breakfast the next day and--"
"you know i think you're benefitting from these sessions, you talk a lot more now."
"shut up."
"is the boy cute? do you like him?"
"oh my god, stop."
[puts head in hands]
"what? is he? would you date him? do you talk with him?"
"jesus christ shut the fuck up."
"don't curse."
"i thought i'm supposed to let out my emotions."
[looks pointedly]
[rolls eyes]
"whatever. no i haven't talked to him. he'd probably think i'm weird. besides, i'm not looking for a best friend right now."
"i think it'd be good for you to have a friend you can talk to. you know, you could hang out or whatever,"
"i'm not replacing him."
"i didn't say to replace--"
"i'm not replacing him."
[slams the door on the way out]

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Lost
Short Storyin which two people face death in two different ways. -- the patient's words are in bold lettering.