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'I guess it ain't up to me to say,' I tell him. It doesn't seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. As I catch his eye, I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. 'See, first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican, then because he was weird, but I stood by him, I thought friendship was a sacred thing - then it all went to hell, and now I'm being punished for it, they're twisting every regular little fact to fit my guilt …'
Goosens raises a hand, and smiles gently. 'Alrighty, let's see what we can discover. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process, in good faith, we won't have a problem at all. Now, tell me - how do you feel about what's happened?'
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