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"It feels like I'm going to jump right out of my skin," Sonja said through clenched teeth.

"Mmm..."  The counselor made a note.  "And then what?"

She perched on the edge of the sofa, "And then my skeleton's going to punch you in the smarmy face."

"Mmm..."  Another note.  "Would that make you feel better?"

"I hate that you never look up at me."

"Mmm..."  A glance over her glasses and back to the notebook.  "You don't think I look up at you enough?"

"At all, you..."  Sonja cut herself off.  The frustration was rising, and it felt like the counselor was baiting her.