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adjusts her bum in her seat and gives up on crossing her legs.
She rests both feet on the floor with her legs slightly open. “No Doctor. I had a pretty good childhood.” She runs through her history in her mind… loving parents, plenty of friends. She wasn’t weird back then. She had a date for the prom. He was a pretty popular guy. She thinks maybe one day… “I think maybe one day I decided it wasn’t cool to cry. It was a sign of weakness and I am so strong. I always wanted to be strong. I wanted everyone to know that I was strong, so I just stopped crying. And then there was no longer a reason to cry. Just like I decided to be a DJ and became one. Just like I wanted Stephano and I got him. “That’s rather unique, this power you claim to possess over yourself. Thank God none of my patients are as strong as you. Otherwise I would be out of business.” The Doctor laughs loudly with an open mouth, and Veronica is shocked at how perfectly straight his white teeth are. They must have cost a fortune. She is not amused. She is disgusted. She wants to spit into his open mouth, to make him disgusted as well. He notices her seriousness and apologizes for his rude laughter. “Well, what do you do when you’re sad? How do you release your sadness?” “I have different theories about this. I think I might release it through my music; maybe that’s what people mean when they tell me I’m an intense DJ. My music contains my tears. Sometimes I think I pee instead, or cause rain. Because a few times when I felt sad it started to rain.” “Well, don’t you feel sad now? I mean you’re dying to cry and you can’t. It’s a pretty tragic predicament. You think you are so strong, but you are the only person I know that is not able to cry. Aren’t you saddened by this reality, Veronica?” |
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