arttistic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Therapist and I He'd stop in the middle of my treatment to lingeringly look at me. He'd flash that quiet smile and gently touched my weak left knee. I know that look. For weeks I've been trying hard to look unperturbed. This cant be happening. So, I brought along my boyfriend with me yesterday. No, he opted to come. 7:52 p.m. - 2005-09-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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