You were walking outside, stranded and alone. Your hands begin to shiver and you stuff them in your pocket. "So cold." You mutter. You pass a television shop that's showing the news. You watch and wait for the weather. "12 degrees." You sigh. You walk past a group of adults arguing about troubled teenagers. "They all need a good therapist!" One says. You hate therapists, life coaches, psychologists, the whole lot. You see them as evil. You shrug your shoulders and continue making your way home. "You lost?" A mysterious, deep voice says. "Yeah." You admit. "Who are you?" You ask. "McGraw, Phil McGraw. But you probably know me as Dr. Phil."
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Dr. Phil X Reader
NezařaditelnéMcGraw. Phil McGraw. But you probably know me as Dr. Phil.
