I went to see a psychiatrist today. It was like this:
"{after a minute of silence}
Psych: *all slow and tired* What grade are you in...?
Excel: ... :: squeaky:: Eighth.
Psych: Do you have any siblings?
Excel: Yes, but he's in California..."
etc... He made automatic assumptions based on my situation and how I dressed. How rare. He constantly harped about
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