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IT'S LOLITA
He lifts his chin up, puts his hand to his face, and starts rubbing at his jaw. The stubble there and the dry, hard skin on his hands makes an irritating scratching sound. He regards me carefully, seems to think twice before deciding to say, “You’re not being honest with me, Annie.”
“I don’t remember,” I say quickly. “You know that.”
“I’m starting to get the feeling that there’s a great deal you’re not sharing with me. I’m afraid it’s affecting how much good I can do.”
I give a slow shake of my head and purse my lips. There’s a moment - no, a millisecond - when I think maybe, just maybe, I’ll come clean, tell him everything. But the moment passes in silence.
He looks at his watch and stands up. This means our session is over. “I can’t help you if you won’t face the truth. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say, getting up and walk
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