I love Akito.
I really, really do.
These words become a mantra inside my head as I sit at my desk, pen in hand, attempting to drown out the sounds of things shattering in the room next to me with words like, dysuria and benign prostatic hyperplasia.
It doesn't work.
I have a headache again. I need advil...
I'm out of advil.
I'm going to kill Akito.
I really, really am.
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It's all okay. Don't fret.
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