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I felt her again today, right where she likes to be, attached to me like a barnacle.

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She feeds off me, I’m pretty sure. 

Sometimes she presses so hard that I gasp, and she may ease up a little, but only for a few seconds.

Sometimes I feel her in the back of my throat, my chest, my head. 

Today, while I drove to work, there she was, clasped so tightly.  
 
She stayed that way during class, although she backed off a little, but afterwards, she tightened her grasp and sat with me in my office. 

I tried to ignore her, but she didn’t like that and squeezed fiercely. 

Finally, when I could take no more, I looked at her, straight at her, and said, “What do you need from me? What do you want me to know?”

She said nothing. Just sat looking at me and I at her. Seconds into minutes. Tick Tick. Tick. 

I felt the ache. We sat together.

Funny, after another minute, she loosened herself and slipped out the door.

I guess she just needed to be felt.
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