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“So what’s her verdict this time?” A said. “Any fanciful new insights into your stagnating life? Anything worth repeating I mean.”
I was barely through the frontdoor and here she was again, poking and prodding; she should know better, after all she’s the one forcing me to go.
“Well … yes.” I said. “ … she had one insight … relating to my dreams…”
“So? Spill it.” A said.
“Something … about expiry dates …” I said. Better to be vague; ragged and baggy eyes, she could do with a few more hours of sleep.
“That’s it? Is that what I’m paying for?” A said. “Should we switch to another one? A male perhaps?”
“Definetely not.” I said. “You know me and men, doesn’t really work now does it.”
“No, sorry, I forgot.” A said. “I’ll grind another bash of black beans for a brew, then we’ll sit for a chat.”
Oh great, another sitting down, digging deeper into the life of …