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Hyde:
So, my therapist wouldn't tell me what to do.

Narc:
They never do my dear.

Hyde:
Fuck that. Guess I'm back to turning all pain back on myself. Or numbing out with TV. Off to a voice lesson now. Perhaps sublimation in art will offer some relief.

Narc:
"Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something." So says Wesley from "The Princess Bride."

Hyde:
Yes, but where to put it so it doesn't kill you? I'm starting to get pissed off. Just when I thought I didn't know how to feel anger...

Narc:
Don't know what to tell you, hon. If you're feeling depressed or angry over this "Me and LA-Girl" thing you're imagining, then perhaps we shouldn't see each other...

No more pain for you. Problem solved.

Hyde:
That's not what I'm trying to say. I'm just trying to sort through my feelings. Maybe should have txtd someone other than you. If I want to stop hanging out, I'll let you know. Please don't patronize me, though, by telling me that I'm imagining things. Thanks.

Narc:
I won't patronize you so long as you don't continue to make vast and sweeping assumptions about people you don't know and have never met.

Hyde:
Besides, do you really think not having you in my life means "no more pain" for me? I love you, remember?

Narc:
Well, it's degrees of pain, I guess. I'm going to date again eventually, so are you. Don't know why you're suddenly so paranoid about this just now.

Hyde:
I have no assumptions about LA-Girl. But really, I don't want to talk about this via text. Sorry if I started it. Didn't mean to.

Narc:
K.

Hyde:
Heading into voice now. Love you.