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After the weeks I've had, it seems I'm more than overdue for another session with the good doctor. If nothing else, there's the fact that Valentine's Day has given us a huge shove in one direction, most of Easy knows about us, and I've discovered a startling possessive streak in myself, but also, a slightly masochistic one in Joe.

I'm becoming a smorgasbord of psychiatric delight, at this rate.

Clearing my throat, I tuck my portfolio of papers under my arm and knock on the office door. "Doctor Sweets?" I call out, announcing my presence. "I'm here for a spontaneous appointment."