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Dr. Jung gestures me to follow him. I get up from the chair and reach him,  trying not to fall nor stumble, as I usually do. Then, when I was really close to him, Dr. Jung stretches his arm toward me and puts his hand on my right shoulder, squeezing it a little.

"Follow me" he whispers in my ear. I could feel his breathing that makes me shiver. I can hardly gulp. I feel uncomfortable with his hand touching me.

He leads me through the hallway. He opens a door that leads to his office, I think. Fortunately, the furniture here is different from the other room. I can let my eyes rest now.

"Sit down" he points a couch- it looks uncomfortable- that faces his desk. I do what he just said. I feel like shooting a film.

It takes some time before Dr. Jung sits down in front of the desk full of paper. I can tell that he's overthinking, he moves so slowly and his gaze is lost. His face has a worried expression, but then he meets my eyes and smiles at me.

"So what brings you here?"

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