With all the suffering in the world, and the pain in ones' soul, and the trying times of ones' loved ones....
why must one spend one's therapy time talking about boys?
Boys.
I curse you, IM! For planting the seeds via an especially delightful conversation about boys, no doubt.
Boys.
Aren't I a little old to refer to them as boys?
Well, no.
Boys. What's the matter with boys today? (In the style of Bye Bye Birdie.)
When I was about five, I developed a huge crush on Paul Lynde. Go figure. How sophisticated!
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