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|| Friday ||

"Hello Mitch, how'd your Friday go?" Doctor Hoying greets.

"Bad."

The blonde frowns, nods and writes something down.

"Why is that?"

"My friend is sad."

"Why are they sad?"

Mitch gulps and stares down at the whiteboard.

"Mitch?"

"I can't tell you."

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