Blackwater Val
The good doctor had leaned forward with interest, listening, nibbling at the bait which had been dangled so delicately before him.
Fishy fishy in the brook. Fishy fishy bite my hook . . .
Richard had chewed the soft inside lining of his cheek, fighting back the titters, all the while thinking: My God, I’m going crackers.
They went on to explain how they had heard today’s hypnotherapy might be just the thing, might help assess the situation. Maybe even cure it altogether.
Dr. Ponds informed them they’d heard correctly, and that they had come to the right place in their discomfort. He conveyed how the procedure known as regressive hypnosis would more than likely uncover the mental obstacles fr
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