"Enron, you've lost weight!" was the first thing my psychiatrist said to me after more than a month.

"Ahh

"You're vomiting again?" I was still basking in the joy that he could see that I had lost weight, but he suddenly asked such a question.

"No!" I replied lightly, but my eyes were evasive, not daring to look at him.

I put my hands behind my back, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I see the scar on your hand, it's freshly grinded. "I have an old scar at the base of my index finger that has indeed been added to it.

I was amazed

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