He was hot. The dark leather chair looked luxurious but felt uncomfortable, at least to someone nervous and fidgeting. Every time he shifted positions, which he did frequently, the chair made an obnoxious farting sound that made him glad he was alone in the small room. He had filled out the patient information sheet (Do you have thoughts of suicide? Have you ever had thoughts of harming someone else? Are there any sexual problems? How much alcohol do you drink per day/week? Do you use any recreational drugs? Why are you here today?) and set it on the armrest. He briefly fantasized of bolting from the room and taking his soft yellow patient information sheet with him. Only his need to get his insurance card back kept him in this little room, fidgeting in his large farting chair. And the need to save my family from my madness. Let’s not forget that one. The door cracked open and the sharply dressed receptionist poked her head in. “Hi, Jack,” she said softly, as though they shared some secret.
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