Despite the bad shirt it sounds like the session of a lifetime.

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(I tried to act casual and mature about it but I was already falling apart)

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Oh God, don't you hate it when that happens? Dying inside, brave face outside.

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Of course I pretended to be casual and mature about this as well and told him I would think about it and let him know next week.

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Oh. Yeah, right, like you would turn it down? Mmmmhmmmm



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told him I was embarassed to read the things I wrote directly,

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I had almost this exact conversation with T when I told him about the letters I wrote the last time he was away.

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I am going to seriously think about and write about the function of Schubert's piece in relation to myself and my connection to T.

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This is awesome. Like comparative literature....

If I didn't have T I would want you to be my T.



2 weeks, 3 days till my next appointment