A Conversation with the Devil
Herbert Jacks sat in the waiting room, reading the local newspaper left by the last patient. He always forgot to bring materials. His therapist was always late.
This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It meant they were taking their time and doing their job well. However, it also meant he had to sit with his self-perceived crazy that much longer and thus, made him antsy. He adjust seats and seating positions multiple times while he waited. Flipping through the paper and reading the articles detailing the dismal state of the world and the people running it.
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