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<font color="green"> My therapist moved her office. she is now on the seventh floor in a corner office with lots of windows and great views. I hate it! I have to ride up on an elevator and can’t stand to look out the windows. I have this little thing about height….. and another little thing about elevators….. all the way to the door of the new building I was thinking – I don’t like change. I don’t like this. why did she have to move? Oh well I guess I will get used to it. I can’t stop seeing her. I just can’t. </font>
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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