Friday: I start the day with a blood test. Miss 10 asks if she can accompany me, and as I tell her “hell no” she reminds me that she’s struggling with my illness and the counsellor has suggested quality time together to help her. I rue the day I let that quack into our lives, but I say “sure”. She makes us eight minutes late to my timed test, complains about my taste in music, and helpfu...
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