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“Good afternoon Dr. Smith” I said timidly. I was finally seeing a psychiatrist. All of the events that were going on made me go crazy. When I say crazy I don’t mean it as a joke. I was actually crazy, insane, psycho. I think I decided to finally come in once Finny died. I actually feel sorry for gene now. Dr Smith was sitting in his comfy chair with his eyes relaxed watching me as though I had just stolen something. I sat down in the chair like I had seen in the movies. It was one of those long, padded chairs that are more like a bed than a chair. His office was a wooden room, books everywhere. I couldn’t make out the titles but they looked old. There was a lovely painting on the wall. “How are you today Leper?” Dr. Smith asked me. “I’m good” “That’s great, why don’t you tell me a little bit about your school.” “It’s a great school, a very beautiful place. The sunsets are amazing. It was all-good until the summer session. We were down at the river, such a beautiful river. The sun reflecting of the water into the tree was astonishing.
Approximate Word count = 780
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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