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a few

The Ministry

of

took the slow train back

The psychoanalyst Graham worked with—or rather, withstood being asked questions by—was a Freudian. I found this charming and always made an effort to dress up nicely for debriefings with him, as I imagined that he had all sorts of crackpot ideas about women, and I was hoping he’d diagnose me as a sexual sadist or something chic like that.

Autumn stomped on. The days moldered and dampened, like something lost at the back of the fridge. No matter the weather, there were puddles of brackish rain slung across the pavements.

Autumn set in like a decorative inlay.

He filled the room like a horizon.