I really don’t want to write this but I must keep the therapeutic process flowing.

He wasn’t screaming at her. Apparently that’s how loud the television was so he had to talk THAT loud to carry on a conversation. Like he was actually in the thick of the baseball stadiun.  The flashbacks are starting. Shit.

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