Chapter 81
P: Do you wish we could take it back?
D: Look, P—
P: Because I don’t, okay? I don’t regret it.
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D: It was wrong. It was my fault.
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D: I don’t know. I don’t know how it happened.
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D: I’m a monster.
P: You’re not. It was me—
D: You’re underage, P—. And you’re my patient.
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P: I wanted it.
Transference. It’s called transference – I looked it up. When you develop feelings for your therapist. Or your lawyer, or doctor, or teacher whoever.
So, I’m not special. There’s a name for it. Add it to the long list of my diagnoses.
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P: I’m the one who’s wrong, D—. There’s something wrong with me, not you. Okay?
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D: Okay.
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P: I’d die, you know. I’d die before I let anything bad happen to you.