“Welcome back Mrs. Smith; I’d say I’m happy to see you but I’m really not. Every time we part ways you say goodbye forever and yet we meet again.” Said Dr. B, my usual doctor assigned to me when
I got locked up. Dr. B was one of my favorite people here. Actually in the whole world. Although he was given to sarcastic arch nemesis like greetings like this, I loved how he never treated me like the piece of shit I constantly thought of myself as. When you’re sick like I’m sick you are in an almost constant state of a self hating mardi gras. Which was exactly my state of mind now.

 “Good to see you too doc. JK, you’re the last person I want to see, honestly,” I responded, giving him a rueful smile as I sank into an orange...

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