When pressed, previous T said 'Ihadacountertransferencereaction. Do I need to be a ***** again?' And I proceeded to reassure her that I didn't think she was a *****. Yup, really insightful therapeutic exchange there... 
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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