Something led me from one Internet search to another, until I found myself reading B’s online reviews. Turns out that he’s a bad doctor as well, snotty and disengaged and slipshod. The curious effect it had was to make me inclined to pull back from war with him over the chorus, that being the one thing by which he seems to be fully engaged.
Circe sits on the floor and stares at me. I pray she is not asking why I don’t do something to end her pain. The one thing I know to do is too final to think of now.
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