No.
No. I am not defective. These episodes have history.
The word childhood pops out my mouth.
A look passes across her face…horror? empathy? She sends it away, putting a hand up to stop me going any further.
“You don’t need to…” she says.
And changes tack.
“Describe a typical day for me”.
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