Broken Barriers and Mental Mends
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Complete Sat, May 13, 202319m
He stepped into the lounge quickly, shutting the door right behind him and now he looked at Stanley with a nervous smile.
"Ah. Hello. Seems I'm here now." The Narrator gulped and gave a small chuckle. "Am I everything you hoped for?"
Or,
Stanley experiences a strong episode of depression and the Narrator goes to down to help instead of being a wuss in his office.
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