Today I told Dr. E that I wish I had someone else's life. Anyone's but mine. She asked me where I'd be living and with whom. I said I'd live in Poscatown, in an apartment by myself with a cat and a dog. It would be a quaint little postcard place where the streets were clean, you were safe to walk alone at night, and the houses were painted bright happy colours. Each evening a bell would chime to say goodnight, and each morning, birds would sing. I would have an artist studio and offer classes to kids. Dr. E asked me if I ever thought of teaching art to kids.
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