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Harry was unhappy. He came out to work, didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t drink anything and went back to his hut again. That was all he did. That was all he wanted to do. Harry was in, what some would call, one of his moods.
The only thing that he was required to do was to talk to someone. He didn’t trust shrinks. He’d seen them all and they were all mad.
His hand was feeling better, but he still avoided using it. So he knocked on the door with his good hand and waited for a reply to enter.
The only thing that he was required to do was to talk to someone. He didn’t trust shrinks. He’d seen them all and they were all mad.
His hand was feeling better, but he still avoided using it. So he knocked on the door with his good hand and waited for a reply to enter.