No one sees the way reality fractures at nine-fifteen, but I feel it every time. Dr. Malcolm sits across from me, legs crossed, hands entwined around a pen, staring at my untouched notepad. This is the fifth session, and her pad hasn’t seen a drop of ink.

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Jessica Martin

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