20 April 1981 I've only been seeing him for a few months -- well, I guess it's like six -- but I think I'd be happy if, for the rest of my life, all I did was work at the hospital and go see Phillip. Go to work, see Phillip, go to work, maybe go see my brother, Mere, and Ernie and then see Phillip, go to work... etc.
I don't even know these people anymore. And they certainly don't know me. It's fine.
I think Wil's bringing me a sandwich back. I like sandwiches. And I like Wil. He's a nice, normal, not crazy person.
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